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CONNOR
“What are you doing here?” I asked when I saw Darcy come into the sanctuary. I couldn't believe Lynne had invited him and didn’t hide my displeasure at the idea of my new wife’s ex-husband being at our wedding.
“Duchess—Lynne—asked me to be your official wedding photographer,” Darcy said.
I shook my head. “No photographs,” I said.
“You tell her that,” Darcy advised. “She bullied me into this. She wants photographs, and I’m not about to tell her no.”
I was frustrated, but backed down. “Very well,” I conceded, making it clear to him that I hated the idea.
Darcy was watching me, grinning. “You’ve never seen the Duchess lose her temper, have you?” he asked. “Be forewarned. It’s measured on the Richter Scale.”
“Perhaps you deserved it,” I suggested.
“Yeah. I take it she’s tol
