The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha wasn't just at Spencer and Emmeline's wedding to celebrate; she was also unexpectedly thrust into the role of a bridesmaid. A last-minute bridesmaid, roped in by Spencer himself. Emmeline, it turned out, didn't have many female friends-only one close friend. But tradition demanded at least two bridesmaids. So, Hertha made the cut, barely.

"But I don't have a bridesmaid dress," Hertha protested to Spencer, her face a mix of confusion and concern as he dragged her into the dressing room.

Jokingly, she had always told Thalassa she'd love to be her bridesmaid, but Thalassa had yet to tie the knot. And now, at thirty, Hertha's first time as a bridesmaid wasn't for Thalassa but for Spencer's bride. "I've got you covered. Here's your dress. Get changed quickly; the ceremony will start soon," Spencer hurried, thrusting a bag into her hands before he rushed off.

Hertha pulled out a light grey bridesmaid dress from the bag. What now? She had no clue how to be a bridesmaid, what to do, or what was expected. With no experience and no guidance, how could she possibly manage? Yet, Spencer had entrusted her with this responsibility. She couldn't just back out, especially not after all the support Spencer had given her over the years, even when she hadn't exactly been the most thoughtful friend. She owed him, big time. Spencer was asking for a small favor, really. How could she let him down?

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needed to know, what to watch out for. They were just getting into the details