Chapter 4

A week later, Andrew and I were at the studio for our wedding photoshoot.

I was just changing into my second dress when I heard a commotion outside.

"What's going on?" I asked my assistant.

She rushed in, looking flustered. She said, "Ms. Rowe, there's someone causing trouble outside."

I stepped out and saw three punks hanging around the doorway.

"Who's Annie?" the bald guy up front asked.

"I am," I said.

"Your boyfriend, Shawn, owes us 300 thousand dollars," the guy said, waving an IOU. "And you're the guarantor."

Andrew stepped in front of me, shielding me.

The bald…