Without so much as a parting glance for Liam, Sarah turned on her heel and stormed off. I hurried back inside before I could be spotted, but her reaction only deepened my confusion. If she was that defensive under Liam's questioning, there had to be something bigger driving her pattern of going after my boyfriends.
Over the next few days, the messages between Sarah and Liam went quiet. Liam, who'd resisted the idea of marriage before, suddenly began pressing me to move up the wedding preparations. I guessed that Sarah had gone cold on him, and unable to reach her himself, he was hoping to get to her through me.
I let him play his little game. I went along with his suggestion and invited Sarah to come help me pick out a wedding gown.
A few days later, at the bridal boutique, the moment I
