PART 1 My name is Serafina Cross, and on the morning I was meant to become Mrs. Alexander Whitmore, my mother struck me across the face inside the bridal suite. Not hard enough to leave a mark that makeup could not cover, but hard enough to make every bridesmaid in the room forget how to breathe. “Do not embarrass this family,” she whispered, her diamond bracelet shaking against her wrist. “Not today.” I stood before the mirror in a wedding dress worth more than most people’s cars, my veil secured…
She Walked Down the Aisle Already Knowing He Would Betray Her—Then His Own Brother Dropped to His Knee, Shattered the Silence, and Turned Six Hundred Witnesses…She Walked Down the Aisle Already Knowing He Would Betray Her—Then His Own Brother Dropped to His Knee, Shattered the Silence, and Turned Six Hundred Witnesses into Stunned Statues
