The Tycoon's Trophy Wife
THE organ player breaking into the wedding march signalled the bride was ready at last. She was only fifteen minutes late, Reece realised as he glanced at his gold Rolex. Long enough, however, for the groom next to him to get fidgety.
"It's showtime!" Reece said, smiling over at Richard who'd gone ramrod straight at the change of music, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.
"Have you got the rings?" Richard whispered out of the side of his mouth.
Reece patted the right pocket of his black dinner jacket. "Of course. Relax, Rich," he said, and reached out to touch him reassuringly on the arm. "I've done this before."
"So has he," Mike muttered under his breath from the other side of Reece.
Reece's head whipped round to throw him a reproachful glare. Mike was a good bloke at heart, but his eternal cynicism over romance and relationships could be exasperating. It was also out of place today. Blind Freddie could see that Richard and Holly were deeply in love. This would be a much better marriage than the one Richard had had with Joanna, who, quite frankly, had not been Mrs Perfect.
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