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His hair was the same inky dark brown that she remembered and a shade or two darker than her own chestnut Broinged over eyes as dark as they were fathomless

Belinda raised her chin and e head-on

How did one crash a wedding? Apparently, the ticket was a navy business suit and canary-yellow tie She supposed she should be glad he’d at least settled on formal attire

Then again, she’d hardly seen Colin the real-estateto disguise his athletic build Well, except for that one night…

“What is the h demanded as he rose from his seat in the first pew

Belinda supposed so to defend the honor of the Wentworths, and Uncle Hugh—as the head of the faical choice

She scanned the settled hast, but other guests looked fascinated by the unfolding drama

Her bridesroomsmen appeared ill at ease, even her friend, Tamara Kincaid, as always self-assured

Off to the side of the church, her other close friend and wedding planner, Pia Lumley, had blanched

“I say, Easterbridge,” Tod spoke up, irritated and alarmed “You were not invited today”

Colin shifted his gaze from the bride to her intended, and his lips curled “Invited or not, I would hazard to guess that my position in Belinda’s life entitles s, wouldn’t you?”

Belinda was acutely aware of the hundreds of pairs of interested eyes witnessing the show unfolding at the altar

Bishop Newbury frowned, clearly perplexed, and then cleared his throat “Well, it appears I’m compelled to resort to words that I’ve never had to use before” He paused “Upon what grounds do you object to this e?”

Colin Granville, Marquess of Easterbridge, looked into her eyes

“Upon the grounds that Belinda is married to me”