It began with a cock. Of the rooster variety.
It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake.
Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid.
She loved her best friend, and the man Kate was marrying.
She just didn’t love the groom’s brother.
The cocky—no pun intended—jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly how little he thought of her.
Fine. Whatever.
She’d thought they’d shared something…well, something more.
Clearly, she’d been wrong, and now Brad was dead to her.
Of course, that was before she had to walk down the aisle with him.
