Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. It’s just like my Pop Pop always said but I am not about to let something as trivial as a dead body ruin my wedding day. So pop the champagne because I am finally making an honest man out of Detective Trent Foyle.
The flowers have been delivered and the cake has been baked. The historic Grand Coronado Hotel is all decked out for the wedding of the year—ahem, mine. Too bad my groom’s most wicked of exs bought it just like the legend of the Beautiful Stranger. It figures that deranged ho would do her best to sabotage my big day even from the grave.
When time runs out I'll be going to the chapel . . . let's just hope it's for our wedding and not my funeral. My name is Shelby Whitmore and I am still a hot mess but hey, the blue hairs love me!
Staff Sergeant and Mrs Whitmore of San Diego, CA are pleased to invite you to celebrate with them the marriage of their daughter,
Trenton Eric Foyle.
U.S. Army Retired
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