Wrong Bride

Slowly, very slowly I open my eyes and turn my head a perfect ninety degrees where they end up resting on the brightest-brighter-than-the-sun green eyes I have ever seen and certainly never seen before.
I gape-no I almost spill the coffee all across my lap and then gape. Thankfully, I had been quick enough not to drop the drink for it would have taken me a lifetime trying to wipe away the stains from the skirt.
His bright eyes never leave mine, so I decide to be the one to break contact, but just eye contact.
"Beg your pardon," my eyes narrow in attempt to examine the rest of him. "How did you manage to enter to my office which by the matter of fact was close--lock...

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Damara Zavaroni has been planning weddings for a good while in her life now, but never once for herself. What happens when one day a client comes asking for her services for his "grand day" yet ends up in search for more than a bouquet of flowers? Bright eyes and pretty smiles, little does she knows about the million foully lies beneath his charms.
Will Damara, after every truth reveal and lies uncover, still accept this invitation, not for his wedding but to his heart?