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I would have married him no matter what, but Allison was the one he had chosen, and Allison was supposed to marry him and ensure our father’s doctor bills would be covered, but that wasn’t the case.
So here I was, marrying the man I loved for all the wrong reasons and sick to death knowing he was only marrying me because he thought I was my sister. My knees shook with weakness every time he said the name Allison because I wished it was my name he was making his vows to.
Wyatt was everything my dreams were made of, and the wedding was beautiful. I hadn’t chosen the colors or the flowers, but it was gorgeous just the same. And with the exception of the black bridesmaid dresses instead of lavender and red roses instead of lilies, it was everything I ever dreamed it would be.
The way he held my hand, caressing the top of my fingers with his thumb when I trembled. The way he looked at me as he said his vows.
It was perfection.
Almost.
If it wasn’t for one massive detail.
I wasn’t Allison.
I was Addison.
And even though I was standing in her place, wearing the wedding gown she had chosen, I knew I could never be Allison.
She was brazen and bold—outspoken and flirty—a social butterfly who could bring any man to his knees. She had even managed to snag Wyatt, the most eligible bachelor in Huntsville.
That wasn’t me at all.
I was more likely to be caught with my glasses on hiding behind a book. I tended to stutter when I was nervous and was more like a caterpillar instead of a butterfly. Timidity ruled my life, and I had never been kissed, much less flirted with by men. I could never be as cavalier with my affections as my twin sister was.
I knew for a fact Allison had already been with several men, excluding the love of my life, Wyatt. Why she had made him wait when she had given herself so freely to everyone else was beyond me, but I gave up trying to understand my sister years ago.
The point was, I wasn’t as experienced as she was.
I wasn’t experienced at all.
Even thinking of touching a man or a man touching me made my nerves go into overdrive, which was why I had no idea what I was going to do when it was time to run away to Bora Bora for our honeymoon and consummate our marriage.
What I was doing was beyond wrong, but I meant every word of my vows. Even if they were my sister’s words scribbled on the tiny piece of paper she had handed me, at least I could say I meant them, but it still hurt knowing what we had wasn’t real … at least not for him.
It should have been the happiest moment of my life, but instead, my stomach tossed and turned as nausea washed over me. My hands trembled in his once again, and he rubbed the top of my slender fingers with his large thumb, soothing me.
Everyone on the guest list stared up at us with dreamy eyes as they watched what they thought was a fairy-tale marriage, but what they didn’t know was that my sister, who was standing beside me as maid of honor and wearing my glasses, was the most selfish person on Earth.
“The rings,” the pastor said.
I turned to Allison for the simple gold band, and she had the nerve to smile at me.
It was a blurry smile since I wasn’t wearing my glasses but still a smile just the same.
The gold band was cold in my palm, and when I held Wyatt’s large hand to slide the ring onto his finger, I trembled even more.
“With this r-r-ring, I thee w-w-wed,” I stuttered.
Glancing up, I caught a glimmer of curious puzzlement in his eyes, and I immediately looked away.
“Are you okay, Allison?” he whispered, holding my cold fingers in his warm grasp.
Unable to speak again, I nodded and smiled as he placed a matching gold band on my finger.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” Wyatt’s deep voice vibrated through me.
As I looked up into his sable eyes, my nerves melted away a bit when he grinned down at me.
