Hailey shrugged. “Most men don’t make such pretty brides.”
“You planned this,” he accused, dipping her low. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
Normally, the Harvest Festival ended with a pie-eating contest or a square dance. But this year, the mayor had lost a bet. And the mayor, a sharp-eyed woman named Hailey Cross, always collected her debts. Hailey shrugged
“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. But this year, the mayor had lost a bet
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.
Hailey’s grin softened into something real. When she slid the ring onto his finger, she leaned in and whispered, “Good. Because I’m not giving you back.”
Here is the story based on your title, "Hailey Makes The Boy Bride" . The town of Pineridge had never seen a wedding like it.