My Blind Husband

A smile tugged at Cherise’s lips as she caught sight of Blake’s lovesick, goofy expression. Back during her memory-loss days, he’d been like a brother to her

With her memories trickling back, she vividly remembered how utterly boring he’d been five years ago. Seeing him like this now made her realize how much time had changed him.

Ponytailerella finished scribbling on a page and looked up, surprised to see Cherise standing by the stairs. She jumped up and blurted, “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir!”

A hush fell over the room as all eyes turned to Cherise and Damien.

Damien gave a small smile. “Sorry we kept you waiting, folks.” He wrapped his arm around Cherise’s waist and led her down the stairs. “Ready to go?”

With Damien’s cue, the group was set for departure. Not many people joined them on this trip to Shawbury-just Mr. Hampson, Otto, Blake, two drivers, and two bodyguards.

Cherise in the car and whispered curiously, “Mrs. Lenoir, do you remember me?” Cherise’s smile was

nickname. “It’s Ariana Madix, actually. You can call me

today. Thank you for letting me crash your

beamed, her cheeks flushed pink. “Blake mentioned you’ve been stuck inside lately, and maybe need a break

events to

passenger seat and asked, “Honey, what do you think?”

low rumble of indulgence. “Of course, I still owe you a real wedding ceremony anyway. Attending one

stammered, flustered. “I, uh, I just thought it would be a fun outing, not for…”

they headed to the hotel where her cousin’s wedding was happening. Stepping out of the car, Cherise scanned the names on the colorful archway. Her brows furrowed slightly as she mumbled, “Savannah