I Married The Wedding Crasher

Summary

For our third attempt at a wedding, Garrett once again pulled the vintage Rolls-Royce up to the curb of my best friend’s brownstone.

When I questioned him, his brow furrowed with familiar impatience.

"Does it really have to be a federal case every single time? Are you the bride, Hannah, or is Serena the maid of honor? What difference does it make who I pick up first?"

"You're sitting in the back anyway. It’s the exact same ride. Just be good and stop making a mountain out of a molehill."

I froze, my gaze landing on the slender silhouette sitting comfortably in the passenger seat.