The Groom I Chose Blindfolded

Summary

Just before the engagement party began, Chase unclipped the speech processor from behind my ear, stepped in close, and tied a swath of crimson silk over my eyes.

He leaned down, his breath warm against my cheek, and whispered that we were going to play a game.

Five men were lined up in front of me. If I could pick him out by touch alone, the engagement would proceed, and in seven days, he would make me his wife.

He thought that with my hardware gone, my world was reduced to utter, impenetrable silence. Standing three paces away, he didn't even bother to soften his laughter.