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BOOK 1

1

Philip

I glide up the steps of the church, not at all bothered by how late I a me text after text, I would have tried to delay my attendance even further I do not want to be here

A quick ping fro in about three hours

The church doors are wide open, and as I stroll inside, I mentally try to recall the face of the investor I a to the cereuely annoyed

Going around the roo atfor ame for the rest of the summer, and I quickly discard that idea

I don’t knohere , but it is an art of hers She never nags Fergus or Ian, though I aet that treatment The way my childhood friends treat her, one would think she is their sister instead of mine

The door to the side gallery stands wide open Nobody seereet

Maybe I missed the ceremony?

That can’t be it I can hear people chattering in the cerein toby one of the roolimpse of the one person I don’t wish to meet today

The bride

Charlotte Evans is as beautiful as the day I last saw her

Of course, ten years ago, her striking dark brown eyes had held devastation as she locked her gaze with mine