The Groom Swap
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I hit the gas and drove off.
I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom.
After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called.
I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying.
"Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price.
"But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"