Crashed The Wrong Twins Wedding
Language: en
Four years. That’s how long I’d been with Miles. He was all sharp angles, wire-rimmed glasses, and a thoroughly glacial temperament. He had ruthlessly rejected an endless parade of women who threw themselves at him, his public excuse always the same: I have no interest in romance. I’m only focused on my research. I was the only one who didn’t take the hint. Eventually, the entire campus knew: Harper was an idiot, trailing after Miles like a lost puppy day in and day out. I remember the day it all culminated. It was pouring. After my nth rejection, I slipped and wiped out right into a muddy…