“Your second wedding is supposed to be the quiet, simple one. You know, run off to a wedding chapel in Vegas or go to a Justice of the Peace on a Tuesday during your lunch hour,” Morgan complained as she applied mascara. “Why I ever let Kurt talk me into this, I’ll never know.”
“Probably because you love him, and it’s his first wedding,” Melody answered with a rough voice. Melody had booked a room next door to Morgan’s and had fully moved in, not intending to go back to Morgan’s house while she and Kurt were on their honeymoon. She had no desire to be alone in that big house while someone intentionally tried to scare her with the roses and notes.
While Morgan fussed with her makeup, Melody lay sprawled across the bed of Morgan’s hotel suite, trying to calm her stomach. She hadn’t given a
