didn’t think it mattered.
She was right.
Six months ago, Jessica got engaged.
Brandon Hail was twenty-eight, good-looking, clean-cut, and supposedly worked in commercial real estate.
He had the smile of a man who knew how to make a room like him and the savings account of someone who spent everything making sure it did.
Jessica chose her venue before her bridesmaid dresses.
Ren Valley Estate.
A converted farmhouse on twelve acres, with string lights and a stone patio overlooking a creek.
The reservation and deposit alone were $18,000.
