Tracy
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bridal dress, the white lace of my wedding dress clinging to my skin like a second layer of regret. The gown was beautiful, its ivory silk cascading down my body, hugging my curves before flaring out at the hips but every time I looked at it, my stomach twisted.
This wasn't how I imagined my wedding day. I loved someone else, someone who made my heart race with a single glance, but here I was, about to walk down the aisle for a man I barely knew, all to save my father's crumbling business.
My hands trembled as I smoothed the fabric over my waist, trying to steady my breathing. Dad's company had been on the edge for months, debts piling up like storm clouds.
This marriage to Alexander Harrington, my dad's wealthy partner was the
