Rose

The night dragged on as Belinda kept on practicing her "bedroom eyes" in the mirror.

If Greg had known what the wedding night would actually bring him, he wouldn't have insisted she wait until they were married. Jesus christ, how many times did she have to practice pulling that rose out of her boudoir sweater? All he wanted was her out of it, anyway. Good grief.

The word "annulment" was sounding better and better to him as the hours dragged.