Page 148 of The Duke Who Saved Christmas
Pete rubbed his bald head. “Yeah. I’m sorry, miss, but even if our date is wrong, I can’t let you inside.”
No.
“If you’d shown up an hour ago, we wouldn’t have started yet.”
No.
“As it is right now, the building isn’t safe.”
No.
“I’m afraid your sister can’t get married here.”
No.
The panic that had been brewing inside me bubbled over. My knees buckled, and the way my strength left my body wasboth sudden and slow, and I collapsed into a crouch with only the side of Grandpa’s car keeping me upright.
“Sylvie!” Thomas bent down in front of me, but I could barely see him.
It was just… blurry.
Oh. I was crying. And my head was fuzzy. And my chest was tight.
I couldn’t breathe.
Why couldn’t I breathe? Or see? Or hear?
All there was, was his words. Over and over again.
“Your sister can’t get married here.”
“Your sister can’t get married here.”
“Your sister can’t get married here.”
“Your sister can’t get married here.”
I was wrong.
Wedding planner Sylvie couldn’t fix this.
Nobody could fix this.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE – THOMAS
“Hey, Mum,” I said, pulling away from the disaster site with Sylvie passed out in the passenger seat. “We have a problem.”
“What’s wrong?” Her voice crackled through my earbuds. “Did something happen to Sylvie?”
“You could say that,” I replied vaguely. “It looks like someone fucked up the date on the town hall’s demolition. They started today.”
“What?!”
Rest in peace, my left eardrum.
“Shit, be careful, I’m using my earbuds. You almost deafened me.”
“How could this happen?” she demanded. “Can the wedding go ahead?”
