He Stole My Wedding Fund For His Student

Summary

Christmas Eve. Downstairs in the office, nearly half the team had fresh bouquets delivered from their boyfriends.

Tessa, my team lead and closest work friend, nudged me with her elbow.

“Harper’s man is an actual Art Curator and Rhodes Scholar, not some corporate schmuck like the rest of ours. He knows romance better than anyone, I guarantee it.”

I had certainly set the bar high. Two years ago, Rhys Ashworth sent nine hundred ninety-nine velvet crimson roses—enough to fill the entire reception area.