The Runaway Groom

James froze when he saw Erin, unable to believe his eyes!

"What..."

Erin held a hand on her own chest. "What's wrong?"

James simply lowered his head and chuckled—he never expected Erin to put so much effort into making herself so alluring for their wedding night, just as he was surprised that she carried such charm.

"No good?" she asked, and peeked at herself in the mirror.

It was actually good, or so she believed.

James quickly shook his head. "No. It's good."

Though bewitching was even more appropriate, panting her with a different shade of charm!

As a man, he would be abnormal if he stayed unmoved!

He scooped her up in his arms, prompting her to yelp in surprise, “Let me down!"

James refused. "You're my bride."

"Your leg

kiss her lips before she could finish, leaving the

the rest was

was all over, Erin was resting her head on

just then. "Do you know who

his gaze

"Irene."

was certainly surprised that Irene would give her something like that—even James was raising

best friends give each other stuff like that, so I'm surprised Irene would send one to me," Erin said. "It

replied—only those who were very close

very lucky," Erin added

abandoned as a child, but her adopted

and whose connection to her was second to implausible, gave

murmured, "I'll definitely be a good sister

stroked her hair. "You've already

sure that was why Isaac acknowledged her, while Irene was also nice to her. After all, character was much more important than roots, and it was how everyone grew to accept

around her then—she really was worth the

returning to Franconia?" she asked