The Six Figure Wedding Day Trap
Language: en
The tradition was supposed to be a joke—a series of "challenges" my bridesmaids set up before the groom could take me to the church. After the chaos of the games finally wound down, Ben was pushed into the center of the room by his groomsmen. He held the bouquet, dropping to one knee in front of me with practiced grace. The room erupted. "Speech! Speech! Vows! Vows!" I looked down at him, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it might bruise. My fingers white-knuckled the edge of the silk duvet cover, waiting for the romantic declaration I’d been dreaming of for five…