“Don’t,” I hiss. “Not one word. Shut up and swallow it down.”
Bella closes her mouth and snorts out, just like Henry. I eye them angrily.
“Ready?” he asks, changing the topic.
“No,” I say as I carefully walk down the stairs with my heels, trying not to slip.
Of course, I do slip on the last step.
“Urgh,” I curse as my ankle throbs.
“Hate, hate, hate these shoes!” I shout.
“Breathe, love,” says Bella. “Breathe and pet your cat.”
“Give her to me,” I say to Henry, pointing at Pebbles.
“Nope, not happening. You’re not going to marry with cat hair on your clothes.”
“Urgh!!” I shout again, groaning.
I am sitting in a black Range Rover with Bella, Henry, my stand-in mother, and my dressed-up cats. Of all the things, this is the wildest moment of my life so far.
We arrive at the venue.
My heart stumbles with every second beat.
My hands are sweaty.
Daisies everywhere.
Daisies.
My favourite flowers.
Victoria really thought of everything.
Henry walks down the aisle with the cats.
Bella walks.
Then I have to follow.
I see all the people.
Staring at me.
All I want to do is run.
My stand-in mother, her walking stick in hand, pushes me down the aisle.
Victoria waits for me in a white suit at the end.
Everything is such a blur.
She says something.
I say something.
