Night Before Wedding, Husband Kissed Friend's Foot; I Jailed Them

The night before the wedding, I realized I'd left something in the hotel suite.

I doubled back and found the door standing slightly ajar.

Nigel Gilbert was down on one knee, lifting Tania Fox's foot.

He bent his head and kissed it, gentle as could be.

Tania was wearing my backup wedding gown, and Nigel was slipping the heels onto her feet.

“Tania, tell me. What if, tomorrow, at the wedding.”

“What if the bride were you instead?”

Tania flushed and pouted at him. “You're insane.”

“I'm not.”

“I'm marrying her because the two families fit together. You know that.”