The Substitute Bride Of The Blackwood
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The kind of gesture that said everything about what this was and nothing at all about what it wasn’t.
The guests applauded.
I kept my face still.
Damien straightened and looked at me again and for just a fraction of a second something moved behind those blue eyes that I couldn’t identify before it was gone completely.
Then he offered me his arm.
I took it.
We walked back down the aisle together, two hundred people watching, music playing, flowers everywhere, and I was Mrs. Blackwood, I was actually Mrs. Blackwood, and I felt absolutely nothing like a bride.
I felt like a substitute.