Chapters

Chapter 1 Choosing a Substitute

Chapter 2 The Contract

Chapter 3 Shopping for the Perfect Dress

Chapter 4 True Identities Revealed

Chapter 5 You’re The One I Want

Chapter 6 The Wedding Night

Chapter 7 Meeting the Family

Chapter 8 Where Have You Been

Chapter 9 A Betrayal By All Means

Chapter 10 A Gentleman Afterall

Chapter 11Sweet Treats

Chapter 12 Afternoon Tea

Chapter 13 Searching for Suits

Chapter 14 Drunken Invitations

Chapter 15 The Aftermath

Chapter 16 Paparazzi

Chapter 17 The Hotel Room

Chapter 18 The Ex

Chapter 19 My Savior

Chapter 20 The Charity Auction

Chapter 21 Plotting Revenge

Chapter 22 Fan Service

Chapter 23 Flocks of Fans

Chapter 24 All is Not Forgiven

Chapter 25 Stressed Beyond Belief

Chapter 26 Playing a Part

Chapter 27 Compromise

Chapter 28 Lessons in Etiquette

Chapter 29 Dance Magic

Chapter 30 Hot and Cold

Chapter 31 A Leap of Faith

Chapter 32 Princess Treatment

Chapter 33 Birthday Ball

Chapter 34 May I Have This Dance?

Chapter 35 Drunken Search Parties

Chapter 36 Miscommunication

Chapter 37 It’s All For the Cameras

Chapter 38 The Key to it All

Chapter 39 When the Second Shoe Drops

Chapter 40 Dora’s Revenge

Chapter 41 Publicity and Tea Parties

Chapter 42 A Cry for Help

Chapter 43 Putting Plans in Motion

Chapter44 Just Desserts

Chapter 45 Mothers

Chapter 46 Questions Upon Questions

Chapter 47 And Yet, No Answers

Chapter 48 Babydoll Dresses and Jealousy

Chapter 49 Wedding Announcements

Chapter 50 Picking Up Pieces

Chapter 51 A Stormy Sea of Thoughts

Chapter 52 New Friend, Old Situation

Chapter 53 Bait and Hook

Chapter 54 Meet and Greet

Chapter 55 The Home Improvement Network

Chapter 56 The Flash of a Camera

Chapter 57 Say Yes

Chapter 58 Bachelorette

Chapter 59 Olivia’s Wedding Day Ethan pulled away from me, swinging his head to the side so that my lips caught his cheek rather than his mouth. Much like the stunt I pulled during the photoshoot at the children’s home. “I don’t want to kiss you for real for the first time in weeks while you’re drunk,” He corrected my posture, creating a space between the two of us. In my drunken state, I whined, trying to beg him for a hug at least. He shook his head. “We can revisit this later, but I need to get you into bed now. The wedding is tomorrow.” I groaned at his words, but allowed him to carry me to bed and tuck me into it. I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. The next morning, Ethan woke me up by throwing the curtains in my room open and allowing the sun to shine on my face. Maybe on a morning where I wasn’t hungover that would be a welcome act, but that morning I wanted to hit him with a shoe. He helped me get out of bed, gave me a couple of pills for my headache, and handed me a cold bottle of water to wash it all down. Luckily, I wasn’t sick. I just hoped Olivia was waking up similarly. She drank a little too much the night before. “You tried to kiss me last night,” Ethan told me while I was brushing my teeth. I nearly choked on the toothpaste and looked at him with wide eyes. “What?” demanded, a mouthful of spit and paste. “I stopped you, I wanted you to be in your right mind if you ever decide to kiss me again,” His tone was low, maybe even a little melancholic, but he had a smile on his face. I spit and wiped my mouth, “Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I did want to kiss him. Apparently I really wanted to kiss him last night. I groaned inwardly, conflicted by Ethan’s actions and the overall stress of the entire situation, and went to get ready for Olivia’s wedding. -- Ethan and I ended up spending a lot of time together while we were getting ready. He sat in the bathroom with me while I did my makeup, styling his hair and shaving that little five o’clock shadow he had started developing in the last few weeks. I’d never tell him this, but I secretly liked him with a little bit of scruff on his face. “So the day is here,” I stated, putting on mascara, “And there’s no plan to cancel the wedding ahead of time?” Ethan grinned a lopsided and confident grin, “The plan has hit a few rough bumps, but I think we’ve got something figured out.” I looked at Ethan’s reflection, using the mirror to make eye contact with him. He seemed so sure of himself, I couldn’t outwardly doubt him. I just wished he was more forthcoming with his plans. I hated how mysterious he was. Ethan liked to reveal the information he knew the exact moment you needed to know it. Never before, never enough to give you time to absorb it or prepare. I nodded, finishing the makeup and slipping the dress Olivia picked out for the maid of honor over my head. Before I could even ask, Ethan was behind me buttoning the buttons along the spine. The warmth of his hand sent shivers running up and down my back. It was like deja vu. “Remember our wedding day?” He asked me. I could hear the smile on his face. “It was awful,” I giggled remembering the way he told Dora to leave and how he announced to everyone in attendance that he wanted me rather than her. It felt like an entire lifetime ago. “It was the best day of my life.” Ethan pecked at the top of my head as he finished the last button. “Let’s get to the venue, we have to help Andrew and Olivia with any last minute preparations.” I smiled, leaving the room to grab my clutch for the event. Ethan followed closely behind, keys in hand, and he drove us to the venue. I went inside to help Olivia dress, and found her in tears once again. “Olivia,” I cooed and embraced her lightly, “We can run. I’ll tell everyone that you couldn’t go through with it and we can take you home.” Olivia gasped as she cried, sobbing into my shoulder, “I can’t! My parents will disown me and cut off all my finances if I ruin this for them.” I shook my head with a frown. I really hoped Ethan and Mars figured something out over the last two weeks. Olivia didn’t deserve to deal with a man like Andrew for the rest of her life. I wiped her tears with tissues, touched up her makeup for her, and by the time all that was done, it was time for her to walk down the aisle. The music starts while we wait behind the doors to make her grand entrance. I turned back to look at her, I had to go first as the maid of honor. “Last chance,” I whispered, “We can run.” Olivia shook her head, silencing me with that one movement. I bit my lip, suppressing a disappointed pout, and the doors to the church opened. The rows of pews were filled. Hundreds of people were in attendance, as well as camera crews to capture it all on live television (per Andrew’s request, of course). I took my slow, soft steps along the carpet and waited at the end of the aisle. Andrew was watching me come down with a strange look in his eyes. Something made me believe that he recognized me, too. I stepped to the side and turned so that I could watch Olivia walk down the aisle to the soft melody of the harpist and pianist. She looked gorgeous, and the church was decorated perfectly with white and pink flowers and warm, soft lights. If she were marrying anybody else, this would have been the most special day of her life. I wished it was for who she wanted. The closer Olivia got to Andrew, the more red I saw her eyes get. She was holding back tears with every ounce of her being. I silently begged to the moon god that whatever plan Mars and Ethan had would work. “Ladies and gentlemen,” The officiant spoke once Olivia reached Andrew and grabbed his hands. “We are gathered here today to wed this lovely couple.” I held my breath as the officiant kept talking through the ceremony. I looked over at Ethan, who was standing behind Andrew, and he seemed completely at ease. Maybe this was it and he just accepted the fact that Olivia would have to marry Andrew. I closed my eyes, hoping for a miracle as the priest continued to drone on through his marriage speech. “If there is anyone in the audience who believes that these two shall not be married today, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Those were the million dollar words. Everyone in attendance was silent. So silent you’d hear the hair of a dog hit the floor if you listened carefully. I closed my eyes, realizing that was the last thing the priest had to say before exchanging I do’s. I waited for something - anything - to happen with bated breath. I looked at Ethan, but he was watching someone out in the crowd. Suddenly, Mars stood up from the back of the church. “I object to this marriage!” He shouted. <Chapter>Chapter 60 Never Say I Do

Chapter 61 And They Were Roommates

Chapter 62 Secrets That Are Hard to Keep

Chapter 63 Get Your Head in the Game

Chapter 64 When to Fight

Chapter 65 And When to Make Peace

Chapter 66 Transformation

Chapter 67 The Morning After