LOGINThat night, long after the last of the guests had left for their rooms, Andrew and I returned to the presidential suite to find that the staff had decorated it in preparation for our stay. All the décor, right down to the bed sheets, had been switched out for matching red and gold pieces. The light
Andrew’s eyes met mine as I approached the altar. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. He looked so handsome in his classic black tuxedo that I could hardly wait for after the reception to be with him. As I took my place across from Andrew, I handed my bouquet to Lily. The priestess bega
One month later, I stood in a suite at a private beachside resort, admiring my wedding dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places while still gently brushing against the ground like a low-hanging cloud. Crystals glistened in the room’s fluorescent lights, and the train flowed behind me effor
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I said, breathless. Andrew nodded his agreement. I pulled Andrew to his feet as he stuck the ring box back in his pocket. Then I dragged him back to the bedroom, leading him by the tie. Not that he needed to be dragged; he would have followed me anywhere by th
Andrew texted me and said his flight was delayed by a few errands he had to run, so I waited. And waited. I waited for an entire day, and even began to worry that Andrew had changed his mind. Then I heard a knock at my door. I leapt off the couch and rushed to answer it. Stopping just short of the
Noah left the next day. I took him to the airport, we exchanged a hug and a brief farewell, and then I watched him walk through the gate. That was the last time I ever saw him. With a heavy heart, I returned to an empty apartment. All our furniture and my belongings—what little I still had—were the
We set the wedding for three months later. It was the closest time that Andrew had available on his schedule, and some of their more important diplomatic guests would be able to arrange to fly out in that amount of time. As we discussed the catering and the music, I couldn’t help but fantasize a b
“He’s such an enigmatic old man,” Susan complained. “Why do you see him as old?” I asked, tired of her calling him that. “He’s 42, dear. We’re only 27,” Susan replied matter-of-factly. “His face and physique make him look no older than 25,” I argued. After a moment of silence, Susan said in
My heart raced. Andrew Dubois was really flirting with me. We pulled up to the bridal shop. Andrew turned to face me, and our eyes locked. “Ninety percent,” Susan said with certainty. I smiled to myself. I reached for my seatbelt, then paused when I had an idea. “Would you like to come in an
“I know. That’s why I need your help. We need to get him locked up, sooner rather than later.” There was a pause. For a moment, I was afraid that Noah might back out of the case. “You can count on me,” he finally said. “I will find the evidence as soon as possible, and we will send Bob to prison







