Trudy O'Toole had barely stepped off the train when a handsome man in a dark suit and big stetson whirled her around and kissed her squrely on the lips. Totally unexpected, she was about to slap his face when he practically ran out of the train station dragging her by the elbow.
"I"m sorry honey, but we are late for our wedding. We've got to get moving. That dress is beautiful. And your picture didn't do you justice. I thought you'd never get here."
He kept babbling and she was so stunned she couldn't stop him. Before she knew what hit her, she was standing before a preacher and this man, this total stranger was saying "I do". But there had been a big msitake! How was she going to explain to him that she was his cook, not his bride?
