Chapter 18
ANDREW
I’ve never been the tux type of man.
But if fitting into one means I’ll get to be next to Nancy another day, then a tux man is exactly what the hell I’ll be.
Sabrina whisks me away to Duffy’s bridal shop before I barely manage to kiss my fake fiancée.
Hannah’s wedding, which seemed like forever away, is finally happening this evening, and somehow, in the span of two days, it’s like I’ve forgotten all about it, pushing it to the back of my muddled mind.
A chilled February rain starts to fall, and at Sabrina’s side, I drive her car—one of her cars—all the way into town.
Walking in the bridal shop like the World’s Worst Brother, I’m only too surprised to find someone is actually happy to see me.
A thin blonde with severe eyebrows and blue eyes steps forward.
It take
