Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

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and roses. The wedding's theme flowers. They were supposed to smell l

gomery, swept in. She was a vision in a Chanel suit

ircling me as if I were a prize-winning

wasn't warmth; it was an appraisal. A confirmation

my facial muscles were froz

looking the manicured hotel grounds. "Look at that crowd. TMZ, People maga

the folds of my dress, clenched into fists. My nails dug into

I was the lead actress.

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It was a beautifu

. That handsome, celebrated fa

d I swallowed it down. Hard. I couldn'

the seating chart for the reception, ensuring eve

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in the mirror had wide, terrified b

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space where my heart should be. Th

ar who always smiles, who is always perfe

ch light and dismissive. "Alright, da

as a viper's bite.

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congratulations. "You look so beautiful, Ms.

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pered something in her ear, a

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person in the world who cou