If someone would have told Rosie, the girl who was a stripper at a lowly club, that less than a year from then she'd be getting married to Rafael freaking Knight, she would have laughed in their face and probably admitted them to a mental asylum. But now, there she was, daydreaming about the kind of dress she'd wear, the kind of music that would play, and who would give her away at the isle.
Yeah, I was probably going to walk up to him myself.
But it didn't matter. Because he'd be waiting for me there. Ready to hold me, and catch me if I were to fall.
I wasn't even back home yet. We were still at the office, and everyone was congratulating us. The thought of his other fiance didn't even hit me until she strode into the room, now flaunting gorgeous, platinum blonde hair, and a sleek suit
