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Staring back at her was a bride with a riot of red hair mussed from ill treatment, freckles that stood out against too-pale skin. A glazed, terror-stricken glint graced her wide green eyes. The bride of Frankenstein couldn’t have looked worse.

She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm her strained nerves. “Everything will be fine,” she whispered. “You’ve got the perfect groom, the perfect dress…you’re going to have the perfect wedding.”

Niki closed her eyes and tried to envision her perfect wedding. An evening service at the neighborhood church. Candlelight, flowers and satin ribbons. The groom in a black tuxedo, his white shirt nicely complementing his dark good looks…

Her eyes flew open. Dark good looks? Her groom-to-be was sandy-haired and fair. Jack was dark-haired and tan.

Good heavens, her perfect groom was Jack Sinclair!