“I’m what you’d call a mail-order bride.”
Holy cow! No way! For real?
Harry burst into laughter at the comical array of expressions that flitted over Andie’s face.
Andie then turned to Star, wondering—
The other woman grinned. “Wynd and I do have something in common with Harry and Devon, but it’s not that.”
Oooh, another mystery.
“Ours was also supposed to be a marriage of convenience—”
Andie nearly jumped for joy.Yes, yes, yes!That was exactly what she wanted to hear.Thatbeing another thing she had in common with these two wonderful ladies—
“But just like Harry and Devon, Wynd and I—”
Two down, one to go,Andie thought happily.
“—fell in love along the way.”
Star and Harry were both perplexed when they saw Andie pale.
Fell. In. Love.
Well...
That’s that then.
“I, um, need to go to the powder room...” Andie could only mumble the words and was also unable to meet either woman’s gaze as she turned away.
Star looked at Harry.What do you think is wrong?
Harry bit her lip.I have no idea.
A few minutes passed, and Harry’s stomach started churning. Would she be intrusive if she were to knock—
The door to the judge’s office suddenly opened, with a court assistant poking her head in. “Ladies? They’re ready whenever you are.”
“We’ll be right there,” Star answered while Harry knocked on the door to the powder room before entering. “Andie just needs—”
Her voice trailed off upon seeing Harry burst out of the powder room, a dismayed look on her face.
Oh no.
Chapter Seven
ANDIE STARED AT HERreflection in the mirror, and what she saw...was a woman who absolutely had no idea of what she was doing.
I’m doomed.
She looked at herself again. Tried her best to appreciate the wedding dress that Paul had conjured like magic. It was the most amazingly beautiful dress, a lace and silk concoction that gently hugged her every curve while also making her look a lot taller than she really was. She had no idea how that was possible, really. Or maybe that was why expensive dresses were, well, expensive. They made the impossible possible, and that was what people paid the big bucks for, and—
Stop it with the distraction, Andromeda Jackson!
It’s not like you to bury your head in the stand!
You’re...you’re a parrot, not an ostrich!
