Do I count as a runaway bride if I ran away after I said "I do?"
Iverson Swallow has been my best friend since we were too young to know what friendship even meant, and now he’s my husband.
Not that he bothered consulting me about that title.
After a surprise Flag Day wedding followed by two crammed full suitcases and several charges to my billionaire husband’s credit card, it’s time for me to make a choice.
Will I see Ivy’s red flags for what they are - high-handed, alpha-hole behavior of the most annoying sort?
Or will I fall to the golden promises of a man who knows me well enough to orchestrate my dream wedding and follow it up with confessions so heart-meltingly tailored to me, there’s no way to construe his love as anything but real?
Red or gold, his flag waves high, and I know one thing for sure.
I won’t be flying one white.
