The Bride's Revenge They Stole My Wedding, So I Took Everything

The wedding march began, and I drew a slow breath.

Five years of us, finally coming to an end.

The emcee started the countdown, and my best friend was texting me like mad.

"Sera, ready? We're set, and so is she."

I sent back an OK and counted down with them. Three, two, one.

The side door swung open, and a figure in a red dress flashed past.

The doors in front of me slid apart. I lifted my skirt, smiled, and stepped into the hall.

"Seraphina Winters, you set me up." Chloe Jordan stood there, face ashen, fists clenched.