Late Winter's Seven Years and the Coming Spring

Seven days before the wedding, I walked into the flower shop's cold storage and found my fiancé kissing my cousin. Terry had his arm around her. "Just hold on a few more days. Once I get Evelyn's shop and her clients, she'll be useless." My cousin's eyes were red. "And the wedding?" "Who the bride is—that's just a matter of swapping out a name." I pushed the door open and set the spare invitation down in front of them.