A Decade of Misplaced Devotion

"The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride.I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur.Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?"I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn.I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings."Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway."The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling.The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology.I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?""