Chpter One-Hundred and Ninety-Eight

Hawkins nodded at her. “Yes, she is fine as far as I know but she has your dress.”

“My dress…?” Rosabel asked slowly while squinting her eyes in puzzlement.

Hawkins smiled. “You know, your wedding dress?”

She batted her eyes at him in shock. “Well, I thought we would—”

He now covered her mouth...