Page 191 of The Broken Note

“This way,” the manager gestures with white-gloved hands.

I storm into the bathroom and notice there are other women who are inside.

“I need the room,” I bark.

The women watch me like I’m insane.

“His fiancée’s in here,” Zane says, flashing a smile and charming the ladies into doing his bidding.

Finn gestures to the door, helping to escort them. “This way.”

The room empties in three seconds flat.

“Cadey, I brought Dutch,” Vi says, tapping lightly on the closed bathroom stall.

“Why?” Cadey’s voice sounds weak. “I’m fine.”

I glance under the slit of the stall door and see tulle creeping out like an explosion of white, lace, and fabric.

“Throwing up in your wedding dress is your definition of ‘fine’?” I growl, worried out of my mind.

“I drank too much before I left London.”

“Hangovers usually don’t last for two days,” Finn says thoughtfully.

I hear a retching sound and my heart shatters.

Scrambling up, I grab the handle of the door. “I’m coming in, Cadey.”

“No,” she moans. “It’s bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress.”

“I don’t give a damn.” I ram my shoulder into the door when it won’t open.

“Dutch.” Vi slides in front of me before I can kick the door. She gives me a stubborn look.

Small and delicate, but brave…

Like her sister.

I remain frozen in place, but I’m breathing hard and ready to crash through the doors if I hear Cadey in pain. Finn and Zane will hold Vi back for me.

“Cadey?” Vi says, whirling around and putting her ear to the door.

“I’m okay.” Cadey’s voice is shaking. “I’m… okay.”

“Did you eat something bad?”

“I didn’t eat much this morning,” she admits.

“And you didn’t get much rest last night either,” I mumble, feeling a twinge of guilt. Since it was Cadey’s eighteenth birthday, I made sure we… celebrated in our own way.

Vi gives me a curious look.

I clear my expression, knowing instinctively that Cadey wouldn’t want her little sister suspecting what we do in the bedroom.

Zane stands beside me and whispers in my ear, “It might be nerves.”

“Or…” Finn joins me too. His almond-shaped eyes bore into mine. “It might be—”

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