“About zero…” I trailed off when a familiar set of eyes met mine.
“Oh!” I breathed as I rushed forward and threw my arms around the woman that’d saved the day.
The woman hugged me back, and she held me for a long moment, uncaring that we were holding up the entire plane boarding.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” she breathed. “I’m so glad to see you here. And this is your fiancé?”
I leaned in to whisper, “Husband, but nobody else knows. We’re supposed to be getting married this weekend.”
She smiled. “Where are you sitting so I can come talk to you after the flight takes off?”
I pointed to our first-class seats and she smiled. “Perfect.”
Webber caught my hand and led me to the inside seat, then blocked my exit with his big body.
“That’s her? The one that gave you the seat?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I like her. What’s her…”
“Creole Williams,” Audric’s deep, angry voice sounded. “Can’t say it’s a pleasure.”
Creole, my newfound friend, whose name I didn’t know until now, sneered at Audric. “Ahh, Audric. The boy who loved me and left me without a single explanation as to why.”
My gaze went wide as my eyes ping-ponged back and forth between the two.
“What are you doing here?” he sneered.
She pinched the lapel of her uniform and said, “Guess you never were really good at using context clues. That’s why I had to do your English homework in high school.”
My mouth fell open when Audric dismissed her and took the seat across from me.
I looked at Creole and blinked.
She looked my way and I swear I saw her wilt a little bit.
Maybe she wouldn’t be my friend after all…
I walked down the aisle to the man that I loved with my whole heart and soul.
Our friends, including Creole, were there to watch.
And at the end of the aisle was my husband, who watched me with a look of so much love that I missed a step.
This man, with his rough edges, greasy fingernails, and penchant for killing people, held my entire world in the palm of his hand.
And he knew it, too.
“Who takes this woman to be his wife?”
“I do,” Webber’s deep, beautiful voice answered. “Forever. And ever. And ever.”
And fifteen minutes later, I was Mrs. Piers Webb squared.
Epilogue
Marrying a mature guy is stressful. I mean, he just apologizes straight away when he’s wrong. And now what am I supposed to do with my anger?