How was that her in the lacy, strapless white dress and veil? She had pulled back the veil so that she could see, so that the image would be clear. But nothing was clear to her. Why did someone so desperately want both her and Parker dead? With the reward for their murders doubled, it was probably only a matter of time before one of the attempts was successful. Her stomach pitched. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten. She wasn’t worried about marrying the notorious playboy Payne, either. She wasn’t about to give him her heart. The only thing she really had to lose was Ethan. And her life. “I’ve seen a lot of brides in this room, but I have never seen one look as scared as you do,” a female voice remarked. “But then, you’re the one marrying Parker.” Sharon turned to see the young auburn-haired woman who had been at Brenda’s house and at the police station and at the hospital with her.
