Throw the Bouquet

Being psychic isn't cool. It's not my fault Susan's fiancé is a loathsome money-grubbing sociopath. She picked him.

A devoted friend would end his devious plan by stopping the doomed wedding and saving her friend from becoming a possible murder victim. I want to be the daring friend who rescues Susan from her lunatic lover. It's just I have no evidence, only an illusive dream. Plus, I'm not keen on becoming a social outcast.

I'm not being dramatic. It will cripple Susan emotionally if I tell her the truth. Not to mention her rich father has dropped a fortune on this event.

Why can't Susan see her depraved fiancé's true nature? I don't need my psychic "gifts," to understand he's a ruthless bully cloaked in genteel charisma. And what's with his volatile "cousin." Her steamy gazes in his direction are, well awkward. It's as if she's working on a behind-the-scenes plan.

The only thing more trying than being in so many weddings is my paranormal abilities reappearing with unbridled strength...awful timing. My decision has life-altering consequences. The first option will haunt me forever if my visions are true. The second choice turns me into a pariah amongst my friends and could needlessly ruin my friend's marriage.

Being psychic is such a drag...