“Stop fidgeting,” Hailey murmured, adjusting the veil that cascaded down his broad shoulders. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored tuxedo, her auburn hair slicked back. Her grin was that of a cat who had not only caught the canary but had also taught it to sing opera.
Here is the story based on your title, "Hailey Makes The Boy Bride" . The town of Pineridge had never seen a wedding like it. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
The loser of the bet was Leo Barns, a quiet, gentle-natured carpenter who had foolishly wagered that his handcrafted bridge could outlast Hailey’s temper in a storm. It hadn’t. The bridge held, but Hailey’s resolve was iron. So Leo, all six feet of flannel and sawdust, found himself standing at the altar of the Pineridge Community Church, wearing a flowing ivory gown that Hailey had ordered from the city. Here is the story based on your title,