do it to fix this,” he softly begs.
“I don’t know. I absolutely don’t know.” I brush past him and go back to the club.
My life is more confusing than ever.
The hen and stag party began to wind down a few hours later and no one else said anything else about me, from what I can tell. Thankfully, Aimee doesn’t get smashed, and I can take her home without any additional assistance.
Mum stays with us and at dawn, or seems it to me, she’s waking us up to start our beauty process.
Time begins to fly, and I’m rushing around to make sure all is right and going smoothly. I don’t want Aimee to stress and Mum is running with me to double check.
Dad comes by limo to get us all to the church. Pride is written all over his face when he hugs us all. Being mad at him over what he told me yesterday is silly. He’s more than proved himself as a father and a husband.
Will Vance?
Can I trust him like Mum does Dad?
The church is perfectly decorated, just as Aimee planned it. The guests are filing in, and I catch a glance at Vance and his family. Last night, he didn’t go back to the Green Room with me. I figured he went home, and I wasn’t sure I’d see him today.
But he’s here.
Mum finds me staring at him from the hallway and hugs me. “You’re a bright girl. You already know what you want to do.”
“Dad says I love him already.”
“You do. I saw it years ago.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It was a Christmas party when you were sixteen. You spent the entire night staring at him. When he glanced at you; you’d blush and look away.”
“That’s not love,” I say.
“No, but a crush or a flirtatious look can be a foundation.”
I sigh. “He’s going to America soon. What does that mean for me?”
“It means you’re going to go and find yourself and maybe a career.”
I turn to look at Mum. “And if he cheats again?”
Mum’s face saddens. “Trust is the majority of a committed marriage. Arranged or not. If he vowed to love you and be there for you two weeks ago, what would you have done? Would you have believed him?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks growing red.
“Okay.” She pats my shoulder and goes back to the room where Aimee is waiting.
I continue to watch the crowd, well, Vance, for a few more moments before heading back to my family. Aimee looks stunning in her mermaid style dress. Her blonde hair is high on top of her head. Her makeup flawless, my sister is always a stunner.
Dad announces it’s time, and he’s right…it’s time.
Chapter Ten
Vance
My eyes remain on Dacey throughout the ceremony and reception. Last night, after she slapped and yelled at me, I knew it was best to leave.
I continue to watch Dacey’s every move as she walks the room, greeting the guests. She still hadn’t made it to our table, and I’m not sure she will. Seeing me might not be at the top of her list, considering she’s not even glanced in my direction. My family isn’t talking to me either. Not a big shock there. Although, I truly don’t like it when my brothers are mad at me. They are the ones I do care about.
Mr. Grion taps me on the shoulder. “Excuse me all, I’m going to take Vance with me for a wee bit.”
Of course, I’m shaking with nervousness as I stand and follow him out into the hallway and down to a small side room. When he talked to me last night, it had been about marriage. Trust and communication are key, he said; I know he’s right.
“Sit down.” He points to one of the folding chairs.
I say a quick prayer he doesn’t break me in half.
“My wife briefly spoke to Dacey this morning, and we feel this will work itself out.”
Elation fills me.
“With that, I need to make you aware of something.”
“What do you mean?” I watch Peter Grion’s face turn to pure stone, and I almost pass out right there and then.
“If I even hear a rumor of you glancing at another girl, you’ll have to find a new career, because you’ll never be able to put
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