โ Scribed by Kelly Elliott
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
At eighteen-years-old, I made a promise with my best friend in high school. If neither one of us were married by age thirty-two, we would marry each other. Now Miles Warner is back in town and wants to cash in on that promise we made all those years ago.
The fact that Miles is still unmarried and single baffles me. The young man I remembered from high school has grown into one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on. And he refuses to take no for an answer. You see, he needs a bride, and I'm his last resort. Romantic, isn't it?
Well, no thank you. That is not going to happen.
At least that's what I keep telling myself. But as the days pass by and Miles settles back into life in our hometown, I find myself falling head over heels in love with him. Again.
What is the lesson I've learned, you ask?
Nevermake a promise you don't intend to keep.
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