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First Love, Wrong Timing

Ten years ago Declan Ashford left Millbrook with a suitcase and a promise he never kept, and you buried him somewhere between your first apartment and your engagement ring. Now he is standing in the doorway of your rehearsal dinner in a charcoal suit, holding a clipboard that says he is the event consultant your fiancée hired, and the look on his face tells you he already knew. Vivienne is laughing with her mother across the room, the candles are lit, the seating chart is finalized — and the only exit is directly past him. You have 48 hours before you say I do to someone who is not the person your eighteen-year-old self chose.