Three weeks later. Three long weeks later, Milly was standing at the altar of a small church in the village outside of Pepperwirth Vale, her family’s home. Owen stood next to her, dressed in his finest morning dress, which should have made the man look respectable but all it did was make him look wicked, in a way that would leave all the ladies in the pews behind her green with envy.
longThey’d spent the three weeks leading up to this moment in each other’s company on an almost daily basis and she was coming to learn that he wasn’t as heartless as she thought he was, but it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t want to be here at the altar facing a life with this man. Even though he did make a fine groom…
Blast it! I don’t even want him as my husband. I don’t.
Blast it! I don’t even wa
