A Decade of Misplaced Devotion
The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride.
I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur.
Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?"
I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn.
I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings."
Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway."
The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling.
The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology.
I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"