They Ruined My Wedding Gown,Then Begged on Their Knees

My mother had a psychic do a reading. It said I had to marry this year, or something terrible would befall me.

The cards said Philip Winfield, the eldest Winfield son, was the best possible match for my fate, so my mother arranged the engagement on the spot.

I work in a classified government department, and my superior had a wedding gown custom-made just for me.

On the day of the wedding, I pushed open the door to the hotel dressing room and found my gown already on someone else. Rose Whitney, the groom's foster sister, was wearing it.