“Let them stare,” Hailey said. She picked up a bouquet of wildflowers—his bouquet—and pressed it into his calloused hands. “You lost fair and square. Now, smile. You’re a beautiful bride.”
She took his hand, laced her fingers through his, and led him home—not as a loser of a bet, but as the husband she’d decided to win a long time ago. And Leo, the boy bride, finally stopped fidgeting and started smiling. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
At midnight, as they walked home past the very bridge he’d built, Leo stopped. He looked down at the dress, then at her. “Let them stare,” Hailey said
“People are staring, Hailey,” Leo whispered, his voice a low rumble. The entire town was indeed staring. Old Mrs. Gable was fanning herself with a hymn book. The Jenkins twins were taking photos with a disposable camera. Now, smile