Trading My Cheap Fiancé For Gold

Summary

The ninety-ninth time he postponed our wedding.

That was when I called the coordinator and told them to swap my name out for his childhood sweetheart’s.

"Miss Delia, I understand what you're asking, but are you absolutely sure?" the planner’s voice crackled through the line, heavy with hesitation. "It actually seems like Mr. Keith isn't planning on pushing it back this time."

I stared at the PDF proof on my laptop screen.

Groom: Keith.

Bride: Delia.

But down in the designer’s notes, a single line of tiny text read: "Adjust the floral arrangements to the champagne-gold palette Fiona…