It began with a cock.
Of the rooster variety.
It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake.
Heidi hadnât meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying.
Who she didnât love?
The groomâs brother.
The cockyâno pun intendedâjerk had made Heidi aware of exactly what he thought of her. That being, she wasnât worth anything more than a quick romp and a disappearing act before the sun rose.
Fine. Whatever. Sheâd done her own version of the Disappearing Act on more than one occasion. It didnât matter that she had thought they had shared something . . . well, something more.
Clearly, sheâd been wrong, and now he was dead to her.
Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him.
Because thatâs when all hell broke loose.