A Groom of One's Own (Appies, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

“Hi,” Bailey whispers as she and Van stop. I’m grinning, but I swear, I just felt the slide of a tear on my cheek. “Hi,” I murmur back. “You look beautiful, Leelee. Perfect. Radiant. Am⁠—” “We got the point, Mr. Thesaurus,” Alec mutters.