A Rooster at the Altar, a Debt at the Docks

My fiancé left me at the altar. His executive assistant brought in a rooster and told me to marry it.

“Go on, Elise,” Hester said. “Say ‘I do.’ You didn’t really think a Delgado would marry a woman with no name and nothing to offer, did you?”

She had the rooster tied to my wrist. Its claws caught in my lace sleeve. The men in the front pew laughed. Most of them owed their livelihoods to Scott’s father.

By the time Scott Delgado showed up, he had a diamond in his pocket. He told the priest there’d be no wedding, then got down on one knee and proposed to Hester in front of everyone.