His Substitute Bride
After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”
For the first time since I stepped into the room, I allowed my eyes to roam about. — It was the bride's dressing room.
My lips spread into a broad smile and before I could realize what was happening, I was shrieking with laughter.
Despite the look on his face, I couldn't stop myself from laughing so hard. “You? A substitute bride?” I laughed again.
It was almost unbelievable that Finn Timber was my anonymous client that made me have sleepless nights.
"This is crazy." I chuckled, locking eyes with Finn who had been staring.