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Alexander came with me to Vera Wang to try on wedding dresses, but he was on his iPhone the entire time.
I asked him, "How does this one look?"
He mumbled distractedly, "It's nice."
"And this one?"
"It's fine. Suits you."
I let the lace veil fall from my hands and said nothing.
It wasn't until he received a kissy-face emoji from his assistant, Madison, that he left without a second thought.
I said as he walked away, "Come home early tonight. I have some good news to tell you."
He never had the patience to listen, until the day I told him:
"Congratulations. The groom is not you.”

I Became His Brother’s Bride

The content was something I had posted ten minutes ago: two intertwined hands, wearing flawless Harry Winston diamond rings.


And because of that, his gang of buddies in his WhatsApp group chat suddenly blew up:


[Alex, we've been bros for years, and you're getting married without inviting us? What the hell?]‌‌


[Damn, I was planning to get blackout drunk at your reception! And here I was hoping to dance with your hot bride.]‌‌


[Wait, that can't be right. I thought Alex postponed the wedding and was in Paris with his little sweetheart, Maddie? The groom isn't even in the States, so what kind of wedding is Blair having?]‌‌


After a moment of silently watching the group chat explode, Alexander, who had always treated his bros like family, sent a voice message for the first time. His tone was icy, dripping with fury:


I checked Blair's Instagram. She hasn't posted anything in the last month.


Chapter 5