The wedding march sounded more like a funeral procession accompaniment. Or maybe that is just how Bailey felt. Chase had kept his promise so far. The six rules stuck, at least in part. She'd lost the battle for a small courthouse wedding. Instead, she was about to walk down the center aisle of a church she'd never attended to stand in ceremony with a man she didn't trust.
Five hundred of their closest friends, and she used the term loosely, were there to witness the joining of Bailey Gallup to Chase Meadows. Lord forbid if she fell or tried to run away from the mass of lookie-loos. If she didn't break an ankle in the four-inch heels, she'd drown in the yards and yards of satin, lace, and chiffon.
