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This isn't your mama's Cinderella story.
Cinderella doesn't know this prince is a billionaire.
When we met at the ball, everyone's eyes were on her. Including mine.
She wanted me out of my tux as much as I wanted that dress hitched around her waist.
I'll admit it, that kind of one-night stand almost took me to my knees.
Before I could get her name—she was gone.
I can't stop thinking about that night.
Those dark curls, pouty lips and sweet sounds of surrender she made.
I'd like to repeat what we did when no one was watching.
She's the perfect remedy for my broken heart.
But I never expected to find her working as the florist for my best friend's wedding.
Only problem, she thinks I'm the groom.