Once again he didn’t answer the question.
“I told you to wait here. I need to talk to Phee. Then I’ll be back to talk to you.”
Ice filled my veins, turned me into a frozen, petrified thing.
“Fuck you!”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Fuck you, Forrest.”
I took off my engagement ring, already feeling the sense of loss beginning to reel in my brain, and threw it at him as hard as I could.
“Birdie. Stop being a child. She’s been in my life a lot longer than you have.”
The fucking body blows just kept coming, didn’t they?
“To hell with you both then!”
There was only one way out of this, and it was right back down the aisle.
I gathered my long, poofy skirts and fled. It had been so easy for me to find a dress. Never had any indecision. I wanted it all. The big, beautiful princess dress for my fairytale wedding.
Everyone’s eyes were on me. Eager, horrified, shocked. They wanted to consume my shame and humiliation, I could tell it was a delectable thing to them.
Phee had her arms crossed across her chest. She was a few decades older than me, a stunningly beautiful brunette, and the way her perfectly plump scarlet lips turned up hadmeseeing red.
“You can have him!” I cried, tearing off a handful of the diamonds on my bodice, and throwing them at her.
“It’s not personal, Birdie,” she said with that smug little smile still on her lips, and I reached the end of the aisle and shoved at the custom-made ice sculpture, feeling the intake of breath in the audience like a fire on my skin, pushed until the entire thing tipped over and fell, shattering ice like gunshot onto the floor in a million shards.
Then I left.
Chapter three
Forrest
After your behavior at the church, I need a little space.
Heading to Tahiti with the family. Have fun at the house.
Will be out of service for 10 days.
We can talk when I get back.
Isent the messages to Birdie, then snapped my phone shut.
That would give her enough time to cool down and for me to talk to Phee and the kids.
Not what I expected to be doing today, but I could always book another trip to Ireland with Birdie.
“How the hell did you even get into St. Martin’s?” I asked as the kids and I boarded her luxury yacht.
It was such a—Phee thing to interrupt the ceremony. My god.
And, honestly, hadn’t I been expecting a display of some nature ever since Paige cast her as the lead in the Phantom of the Bloody Opera?
I had.
