His Promise Was Never Mine
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At daybreak, I changed into my wedding dress and sat quietly in the main room, waiting for the groom's party to arrive.
A thin blast of wedding horns sounded outside.
Logan came to pick me up with only a few scattered friends behind him.
"Julia," he said, "I am here to marry you."
When he leaned closer, the smell of liquor and herbs rushed over me. There were also several suggestive red marks on his neck.
I avoided his outstretched hand and said coldly, "I told you already. The man I'm marrying is not you."
Logan looked at me with his usual contempt. "Stop making a scene. Other than me, who in Silver Hollow would still marry you?"