Morelli F*cked up Again

It was the wedding day, and everyone was gathered in the church. She was standing behind the bride in a white gown that reached her knees, and she wore little make-up as usual.

Her gaze was drawn to the man standing behind the groom; he was staring at her shamelessly, and beneath his gaze, she was irritated for no obvious reason.

This was the guy who had told her to stay away from him, and the things she didn't want to remember from the night before were still fresh in her mind.

She remembered everything that happened last night, from the conversation near the pool until the bedroom.

When the bride and groom kissed after exchanging vows, the church erupted in applause.

She also met Damien's parents, and she had to admit that they were wonderful and down to earth.

She was at the corner of the hall now, watching a newlywed dance, when she felt someone standing near her and looked up to see who it was.

It was Declan.

"Would you like to have a decent dance, gorgeous?" he said, and she nod