The Wedding Kiss with a Husky​

Summary

It was time for the groom to kiss the bride.

I closed my eyes and leaned in toward my wife, Isabella, only to get a mouthful of fur.

Her little assistant, Leo, was holding a camera, roaring with laughter.

“The great Bronson Cross can’t even tell if he’s kissing his bride or a beast!”

I stared at the panting husky in front of me, a wave of nausea churning in my stomach. I was about to go after Leo when Isabella stopped me.

“It was just a joke, Bronson. Don't be so sensitive!”

Leo’s face was flush with triumph, his tone dripping with arrogance.