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NORA
I stifled a yawn.
The Locke-King wedding had been my biggest wedding of the year. Even bigger than Morgan Wright’s wedding last year. The Lockes were a wealthy New York City–based powerhouse, and the Kings were one-half of an oil conglomerate. Together, it was the equivalent of marrying a Spanish princess to the King of England.
We’d booked out the entire weekend for this wedding, and Tessi had come with me to shoulder some of the burden. And it was even more beautiful and exhausting than I’d figured.
I watched from the sidelines as Merritt Locke took Margaret King’s hand and strode down the aisle of sparklers, arranged perfectly by their guests. They looked happy. Though I was confused by the marriage. They didn’t act like besotted lovers. It seemed more…arranged. But they su
