My Deceptive Heart
Taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car, I suddenly wished this would all be over immediately.
The venue was grand, and I was sure this wedding was worth a fortune. It was a Church wedding, the kind of dream wedding I always imagined. A bitter, sad smile touched my lips at that thought. The motif, the flowers, the curtains, and even the linens used—they were all according to my taste. Whoever chose every detail and preparation of this wedding, it was as if they knew exactly what I liked. If there was any consolation, it was that Alexa had considered and chosen my dream wedding. I didn't know if I should appreciate it or feel insulted. This only meant that she had meticulously pla
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