I guess it was a little gratifying seeing a little apprehension and understanding light up on his little walrus face. Then Dylan was holding up two hands, like he were warding off the devil, and backing up slowly. “No, wait. You don’t understand. I love your daughter. I never meant to hurt her.”
Oof. Yeah, saying the “h” word in front of my dads wasnotmaking this any better for him.
Dylan grew up in a pack as well. How did he not see that he was digging himself his own grave?
Eventually, my dads had backed Dylan out of the ceremonial hall—getting him out of sight of all the other guests before the muffled yelling and screaming began.
In a quiet voice next to me, my groom cleared his throat.
“So…” David whispered to me, “that’s my competition?”
Oh,please.
David better not make me roll my eyes. I bet that it would get photographed and immortalized for all time that I was reacting with so little dignity at my own wedding.
“Yeah, no.” I shook my head faintly as I looked over to him to try to figure out if this was David’s idea of a little joke. “I mean, have you looked at you? There’s no competition.”
Okay, the little hiccup was over… so my perfect day was almost perfect, until now. I would have thought that something like this would have been more upsetting for me.
Maybe the only thing that you need for a perfect wedding was someone who’s just perfect for you?
Pffft, that’s crazy. Imagine calling a wedding perfect if there wasn’t even any food. Not even any gourmet hors d’oeuvres.
CHAPTER 31
AVRIL
“I OBJECT!”
For a moment, I thought that my ex had snuck back in. The last thing that I expected was for a brandnewobjection.
…Seriously? Not this again.
I wanted to slap my palm to my forehead—it was a good thing I had enough control not to, because that would ruin my bridal makeup.
OhGod,what now? Or who now? And where were all these men desperate to marry me like a couple of months ago?
Reluctantly, I wrenched my gaze away from the handsome face of the man who I mostdefinitelywanted to marry to see the second guy who dared interrupt the most important day in my life.
But did it matter who they were? If they were of the opinion that I shouldn’t be with David, than their opinion was basically trash…
I almost recognized the semi-handsome-if-you-squint man standing in the middle of my wedding aisle.
“Avril! You can’t marry him.” This scrawny guy… who was screaming at the top of his lungs in the middle of my wedding. He looked vaguely familiar, but it was slightly hard to place him—now with that look of wild desperation in his eyes. “I was stupid. So stupid. I was just listening to people who I thought knew best, when I should have been listening to my heart the entire time.” His voice was passionate, and raw with much more emotion than our one short date called for.
Oh,shit.
That was Charlie… and it wasn’t just any old person who thought that they knew best—it was hismotherwho knew best.
What the hell was he doing here? How did he even know that I was getting married today?
I would be a little proud of him for rebelling against mother-dearest—if this hadn’t been the most mortifying experience in my entire life.
“You can’t marry him!” Charlie jerked one finger at the man who felt more perfect for me than anything else in my entire life. “He isn’t right for you.Iwill do whatever it takes to make you happy. If you want your fifteen children, then I want it too.”
Oh, God…
He needed to stop before I flushed so red that all the hundreds of dollars of bridal makeup completely melted off my face.
