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I had a weird mind-reading power. I could only read the minds of people who didn't love me. At the final wedding rehearsal, my fiancé, Andrew Lawson, was carefully adjusting the diamond buttons on my custom-made dress. He leaned in close, his voice low and magnetic. "Charlotte, you're the most beautiful bride in the world." But in my mind, I heard a cold, urgent calculation. 'The cathedral's back door is right by the dressing room. 'Sophie's car is waiting outside. If I slip out during the vows, this sentimental fool will be the laughingstock of Luxrian, as Sophie planned. That's perfect.' My hand, which had been about to smooth out his tie, froze in mid-air. A chill shot up my spine, freezing the smile on my lips. That night, the designer dress worth a fortune was sent back, the five-star venue was canceled, and my name was wiped off the honeymoon tickets. The next day, Andrew stood at the altar in his priciest suit, rehearsing the shocked and heartbroken look he'd prepared for the runaway groom drama. But the leading lady never appeared. Meanwhile, I was already above the clouds, swirling champagne on my way to Flowerind, leaving behind an empty church and a groom who thought he'd be the one to ditch me, only to be beaten to the punch and become Luxrian's biggest joke.