Rose petals blanketed the taffeta aisle runner. No one should walk on something so beautiful. Heaven did with much reluctance. She followed Brooke down the aisle as many unfamiliar faces stared back from the pews. It was the one thing she didn’t want—more attention. Were the strangers curious about who she was? Worse, had they read this morning’s edition of Truth Newspaper?
She searched the aisle for Dylan.
Oh, my.
If seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans hadn’t made her heart race, seeing him in a tux would have. Her heart took an extra beat.
This plan to keep him at a distance and away from her heart wasn’t working well. The more he entered her mind, the longer he remained there. His gaze was a shot to her heart.
Would one date hurt?
No…
Yes!
She had to be strong about this. If only
