“Two more minutes, Millie.”
Oh, boy. Millie Kincaid shivered. It was almost time.
Oh, boy.She glanced at the gilded-framed full-length mirror hanging on the wall of an opulent mansion in Pacific Palisades, California. She barely recognized her reflection. The curly updo, the professionally applied makeup, and the elegant gown made her look like a princess, not a schoolteacher from a small town in Central Oregon.
She felt a little like Cinderella. Not that Millie needed an invitation to the ball to find her Prince Charming. She’d already found him on a reality television show, no less. Her heart beat faster. She just had to get through the final episode tonight when “The Groom,” Jace Westfall, a money manager from Philadelphia with his own company, would pick his bride.
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