Bree’s POV
‘It’ll break him… Your husband you’ve groomed for ten freaking years. This will break him!’
I smile at the frozen faces of Greg and his team members while battling the conflicting thoughts in my head.
Screw that, while tossing aside the voice in my head.
The place falls silent as if I cast a spell. Silently watching them, I notice one of the ladies tries to reach for his arm as if to comfort him.
A bloody pick-me.
“On second thought,” I run the tip of my tongue along my upper teeth. “She could play your bride.”
“WHAT?!” Greg gasps.
Again, the place falls into even deeper silence.
Knowing I’ve seen her, she adjusts away from Greg, scraping her heels on the hard floor.
“Excuse me, guys. A moment.” He walks towards me, face holds a hard smile. “Can we have our moment?”
