She Was The Bride Who Said No And Married Other Don That Night

The wedding cars had been idling outside my father's house for three hours.

Marissa Belrose refused to move from the seat beside my fiancé—the seat that was supposed to be mine.

She was my fiancé Dominic Sterling's assistant. The girl who'd been fighting me for the front passenger seat for eight months.

She was looking straight at me through the window.

""Nora. Didn't you say you get carsick? This time the front is yours. I'll sit next to Dominic.""

""Can you get on with the wedding now?""

""Nora. You know that's my seat.""

I looked past her.