My Groom Marries My Sister Instead

Summary

My best friend, Davis, had prepared the bouquet specifically for me. It was a rigged toss, a brotherly gesture to nudge my stagnant fate forward. But when the flowers arched through the air that day, they were intercepted.

A hand snatched them, fumbled, and then—with a playful flick—let them tumble into my arms.

The crowd’s gaze instinctively pivoted to Meredith.

The room erupted, fueled by the knowledge of our eight-year marathon romance.

"Say yes! Say yes!"

"The flowers have spoken! It’s time!"

Meredith was shoved forward by the cheering mass until she stood before me.