Chapter 93

He pulls my hand into his arm and keeps hold, signaling that we should get going, that he isn’t going to let go, and I take a long, steady breath. I know my family is probably wondering what’s going on, and I sigh for the last time. I cannot keep putting this off and delaying the inevitable. If I want to marry him, I must walk out and not fall flat on my face.

Not sure how my dad will take this new arrangement as he is meant to be walking me down the aisle, but I don’t think I can do it without Arrick beside me. If I trip, I know he will catch me, and my dad probably wouldn’t even notice. Arry tugs me bossily, and as much as I want to resist, I let him, with a grim expression and heart thundering like mad out of my rib cage. He pulls me with him, leads us back into the corridor of clucking and fussing hands, and silences them with a palm raised high. They all fall silent and look at him as though he’s about to bestow some answers.

“I need Sophie to walk me down the aisle