DANIEL'S POV.I had no idea why I was being a jerk to the wedding planner. It wasn't like he was actually trying to flirt with Jessica—from what I saw Jessica was the one attracted to him—and even if he was it was none of my business. No it was my business. What would the man have thought if the bride was flitting with him when her soon to be groom was sitting right there? He'd have probably sold the news to the first gossip blog that he could find. I could even picture the headline. Greg was talking with Jessica about other wedding stuff while I started to think about what she'd said earlier. Was this alliance really her worst nightmare? It was mine too so, yes. And had I been acting like a jerk so much that she was frustrated? I definitely had been. It was when I felt a tap on my shoulder from Jessica that I realised Greg had been talking to me. "Huh, what?" I asked like a dumb fool.I could see from his expression that he was pissed. "I asked when you'd like to do the dress fit

DANIEL'S POV.The rate at which I'd been thinking about Jessica had been alarming and driving me crazy. It was like everything I did and everywhere I went somehow led me into thinking about her. Her eyes, her scent, her dark long hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Even her new fiesty behaviour—everything about the woman was haunting me. And let's not even talk about those thoughts my mind had started to entertain. Thoughts about her body in my dreams that were far from innocent. Crazy thing was, I didn't even find her attractive ... well before those dreams I didn't, and she wasn't even close to being my type. But now? Hell, even her cheap and obviously thrifted clothes weren't looking that bad to me anymore. I was more interested in what was beneath now. I'd gone crazy, I knew, but after so much deliberation on the matter, I decided to just go with it. Allow my mind entertain those thoughts as long as I didn't go for anything real. Dreaming about Jessica must've just been as a

DANIEL'S POV.I woke up from a deep sleep, drenched in sweat and confused as hell. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that had just plagued me . What the hell was that?In this dream, me and Jessica were driving home from our wedding, when suddenly the car went out f control and we got into a horrible accident. The wedding ended up being a complete disaster and my dad and all the guests found out that we were faking everything after Bianca crashed into the event. Nightmares were the worst thing ever to me. I'd always hated them since I was little. My hatred for nightmares had started ever since I'd watched a lot of scary movies all by myself one night that my parents had left me all alone with the babysitter. The babysitter had had no idea that when she'd gone to take a nap, I'd snuck into her room and taken the TV remote control she had hidden from me, and gotten myself busy with horror movies. From that day, I'd started to have nightmares. Very b

JESSICA'S POV.I sat on my bed, staring at the white dress hanging from the closet door. In less than twenty-four hours, I would be walking down the aisle, pretending to marry a man I barely knew and didn't love. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me, a sense of unease settling in my stomach. This was crazy—what was I thinking?Just then, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at the screen to see that it was Julia. Thank God, she was the only one I had right now. "Hey, Julia," I said, answering the call."Hey, Jess! How's it going? You know ... Tomorrow?"I sighed, knowing that I couldn't keep up the pretense with her. "Honestly, Julia, I'm freaking out. I can't believe that I agreed to this fake wedding. I'm seriously rethinking my decisions.Julia's voice was soothing, her words reassuring. "It's okay, Jess. You know that you don't have to go through with this if you don't want to. But if you do decide to go ahead with it, just remember that I'm here for you. You can

JESSICA'S POV.As the reception wound down, I found myself standing at the entrance, greeting guests as they left. I plastered a smile on my face, thanking them for coming and wishing them a good night. But inside, I felt hollow and empty. This was not the wedding I had envisioned for myself, and I felt like a fraud, pretending to be happy when I was anything but."Congratulations, Melissa," a random redheaded woman came up to me with her kid latched onto her arm. "Your dress was so stunning by the way, but I couldn't wait to get you alone for this."Get me alone why? Just as I was about to ask her what it was, Greg came up to us with a big smirk. "The dress was from our line. If you're ever interested in our dresses, then we got you?""Oh ... Yeah the dress ...was awesome," the woman said, awkwardly, looking flustered and angry that Greg had interrupted. "I'd keep you in mind, surely.""Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it," Greg said, before throwing me a salute and walking awa