Marry My Rival on My Wedding Day
One hour before our wedding, Austin postponed it—and gave our restaurant fund to my bully. I'd worked sixteen-hour kitchen shifts for that money. When I said we were done, he laughed: "Who'll marry you? Dexter Callahan?" Dexter was my culinary rival. We'd spent three years tearing each other's dishes apart. Austin thought it was a joke. I picked up my phone. "Dexter, I'll give you the recipe you've always wanted. One condition: marry me today."
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