Jilted at the Altar, Chosen by the Heir

Ronnie Harding and I were a perfect match on paper. Our families arranged our marriage before either of us could walk.

The two families had agreed to hold the wedding on the day we graduated from college. And yet, when I peeled off my graduation gown and reached for my bridal set, I found the wedding shoes made to my measurements were the wrong size.

Sweat broke out across my forehead. "We booked these handmade shoes two years in advance. They took my measurements again just last month. How could this happen?"