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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 scalding liquid should have made him cry out, but Alexander didn't even flinch. He just lowered his gaze, his eyes full of apology, and said,


“My fault. I shouldn’t have assumed.


Blair, just tell me what you want to eat, okay?


Or I’ll go buy it for you. Right now.”


I ignored him, focusing all my attention on adjusting Nicholas's suit and tie. Then, right in front of Alexander, I stood on my tiptoes and gave my husband a light kiss.


“Darling, once you're done with work, come back early. I'll be waiting right here for you so we can have dinner together.”


The moment the words left my mouth, Nicholas leaned down, wrapped an arm around my waist, and gave me a passionate kiss that nearly took my breath away.


For the past ten years, whenever I bustled about seeing Alexander off to work, I always hoped he would give me a hug.


Chapter 8