Fallon
If I had known what today had in store for me, I would have faked an emergency and stayed home.
Instead, I was sitting in the backseat of a chauffeur-driven car, on my way to meet Reid’s mother for an afternoon of shopping.
I liked Mrs. Callahan. She was warm, elegant, and effortlessly charming—the kind of woman who made you feel at ease in her presence. Unlike my own mother, who was all about appearances and reputation, Mrs. Callahan actually seemed genuinely excited about this wedding.
That was the problem.
Because I was about to spend the next few hours pretending to be a blushing bride-to-be while knowing full well this wedding was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated business deal.
The car pulled up in front of an upscale designer boutique, and the moment I stepped
