I bite down on my lips, trying to not sound so wrecked because that is exactly how I am feeling now. “I don’t know why he’s not here. We talked last night, and he was eager to come. He should have been here already, according to plan.”
“My son isn’t coming to this place.” The familiar famine voice draws the attention of everyone seated, including myself, to the door and there is Melina, in a green overall and black trousers.
My heart sinks immediately and I get up along with the three Js and Mom. Phoebe walks over to where her mom stands and asks her. “What are you talking about, mom?”
She places her hand on her hips, walking toward me majestically. “If Rory isn’t here, it’s because he has realised his mistake and realised that marrying this woman would be the worse decision he will ever make.”
A sense of panic surges through me like a nasty acid reflex and I wrestle to keep myself together in front of the much crowd.