Wynter’s POV
I check my reflection in the mirror one last time, smoothing down the soft fabric of my dress before blowing out a breath and heading through my apartment, downstairs, and out the back door.
The bakery is closed today for the wedding, with me, Mackenzie, and Eralia all attending, there is no one to man the bakery so the baker informed all of our customers last week that we would only be open until noon.
It’s now three o’clock and my cell just chimed with a text from Connor saying that he’s outside.
Making sure that the door is locked securely, I make my way down the alleyway between the bakery and the café that has also taken a half day, and step out, into the main street my gaze immediately falling on the dark haired man in a suit that is leaning against his truck.
Conno
