Four months. Just four months, and Camila's life had totally flipped. In a good way.

Camila took a shaky breath. The car smelled like a flower shop had thrown up inside, all white roses and nervous pre-wedding sweat. Yesterday, they'd done the court thing already. Today was the big church wedding deal. Court papers were already enough, but Antonio insisted on making it big.

And the dress? A huge white ball gown, 'cause he wanted her to have the "honor" of walking down the aisle. The baby bump ...