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wedding, you’re dead.” With his mouth against her ear, he whispered, “Don’t cry. Go put on that wedding dress. And make sure you smile wide for the camera.”
    “Minister Hunter,” a voice called from behind them. Allina recognized Mother Bell’s kind voice immediately.
    Allina opened her mouth to scream, but Isaac’s other hand dug into the muscle of her arm. His height and broad shoulders, along with the hold he had on her, prevented her from seeing past him to meet the woman’s gaze. Not that anything she said to the woman would be received well. The truth was everyone in the church thought Isaac and his family walked on water. No one would believe her if she told them what had happened.
    “Yes,” he replied without looking at the woman.
    “Your father is looking for you,” the older woman said. “And don’t you know that seeing the bride before the wedding is bad luck?”
    Isaac laughed then, a terse chuckle. “I know. We just can’t seem to help ourselves. I can’t wait to make Allina my bride.”
    The older woman giggled. “We’re all so excited.”
    “Can you do me a favor?” Isaac asked, glancing at the woman over his shoulder and flashing her a devious smile. “Do you mind taking my love’s suitcase and dress to her changing room?”
    “Sure thing,” the lady chirped.
    “Leave her purse,” he added.
    The woman shouted “Okay” and rolled the luggage away from them. Allina bit down on her lip and tried to push Isaac away again.
    Then he let her go, and she fumbled backward. Leaning against the opposite wall, she rubbed her face where his hands had been and frantically looked down the hall for help. She heard voices toward the front of the church, but the hallway was empty; the woman had disappeared.
    His threat was more of a promise. She believed every word of it. She eyed Isaac as he picked up her purse and pulled her cash out.
    “If you say anything about what you heard,” he continued, “you won’t like what I do.” He snatched her phone out of her hand and tucked it into his pocket. Without another word, he pushed her empty clutch into her arms and walked away.

C hapter Three
    S afely in her changing room, Allina sagged against the door and ran a shaky hand over her hair. She rushed to the mirror, leaned in, and ran a finger over her jawline where Isaac had grabbed her. No marks yet.
    She scanned the empty room. Spotting the phone on a small table, she hurried to it. Before she could dial her mother, Mother Bell walked in after a short knock. Right behind her was another, younger woman.
    The younger woman waved. “Hi.”
    “Baby,” the older woman said. “This is Toya. She’s going to help you get dressed. I didn’t see your mother. One of the other ladies said she had to run to the flower shop. So I figured we’d help you get dressed.”
    The women went to work, the younger one opening a small makeup bag and plugging up a curling iron while the older woman unzipped the garment bag holding the gown.
    Allina walked over to the dress hanging on the closet door, ran a hand over the soft material. She’d designed it herself for another bride, one who’d changed her mind about getting married. With the short notice, she hadn’t had time to make the wedding dress she wanted, so she’d gone with something she already had. The dress was a beautiful A-line, but it wasn’t her. She’d always envisioned wearing a ball gown.
    Designing wedding dresses was Allina’s passion. She’d done so happily for the last several years. She’d had dreams of opening up her own bridal shop. She’d even had the opportunity to take over the one she’d worked in for years when the owner retired. But she’d left it all behind to follow Isaac, to give love a chance. Now look at me .
    “All right, now,” Mother Bell said. “Let’s get you into this beautiful dress.”
    Sighing, Allina took the dress off the hanger. Her hands shook as she dressed. Could she go through with this? The