Hannah took her bridesmaid dress out of the closet. "Peach, come with me to the room next door to change. I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the back zipper by myself."
"Sure, let's go."
Her smile as radiant as a flower, Peach linked arms with Hannah, and the two left the bedroom together.
Outside, the sky was gradually brightening. All the relatives and friends were gathered in the living room, chatting animatedly. Morgan Joyce was standing on the second-floor landing, taking a call.
He wore a sharp black suit, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone to reveal his well-defined collarbones. The whole look gave him an incredibly powerful, alpha vibe.
Wanda Miller was in the living room chatting with her gaggle of aunts and other relatives, but her eyes lit up the moment she saw Morgan Joyce. 'A dreamboat this devastatingly handsome and rich... he's practically tailor-made for me.'
