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Chapter One

Telltale Signs

Guinevere

I should have seen the signs thatThey weren’t massive, but they were there I had al out of the shower—okay, that one was a big, giant sign, but the others were pretty small I couldn’t find the left shoe to iven me slipped off my neck and scattered all across the bedrooi would not stop barking at hi knew March 1st would be a day that would live in infamy for me

Taking a seat in his brand newas we pulled out of the Haripped the steering wheel The back of his hand rested just under his lips, soether, but only when he was either really worried or upset

“Bash?” I touched his leg and he ju next to him

Turning to ht brown eyes met mine “Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look like we're going to a funeral, not a wedding,” I joked, s He shook his head and took hold of my hand

“I’m fine” He kissed the back ofwe can do our rounds and get out of there before it gets too late”

Nodding, I looked back out at the beach as we drove Sebastian—or Bash as I called hiazines It was the reason we had s and loved raphy I had told myself I would never contracta freelancer I painted and shot what I wanted, whatabout Sebastian Evans No nored his eave up After all, no matter what Sebastian Evans wanted, he worked until it was his Eventually, I agreed to shoot their spring cover It was only supposed to be that one cover, but three years later I was a contracted photographer and his fiancée

“Welcoe,” the valet said e pulled up to a gatedat the decorated landscape; everything was in beautiful greens and blues Projected on the pure green grass were the initials E & H, and around theuests

Only when I stepped out of the car was I able to see what had to be the icing on the cake: as if these people needed to prove they hadaround

I looked to Bash

“What?” He looked at me, confused

I pointed at everything “Really?” was all I ed to say

“You make it seem like you’ve never seen rich people before You should have worn the red dress I picked out for you” He frowned and took uests

This was another point at which I should have seen the signs, but again, I was blind to it I can still reled with the rest of New York’s elite during cocktail hour, I felt as if I were standing in the middle of the Arctic Circle in a bikini

“Wow, she’s beautiful,” I whispered as the bride walked up the aisle, her lowed Her soft, honey-gold hair shined and her strapless heart-shaped dress clung to her every curve Her blue eyes filled with unshed tears as she held her roses tightly, walking slow and steady For a quick second I thought I saw her glance over to us

I hope I look half as good as her on ht, my eyes never off her as she made her way to the front

It passed in a blur One , and the next, Bash was no longer holding my hand

“Hannah,” he called out,to the center of the aisle

She looked toward hiroom, and then back at Bash