Page 75 of Before You Say I Do
Abby put her head in her hands. She wasn’t going to cry. But that was the question she’d been avoiding at all costs.
“I don’t know. It’s like, I was happy, going along, doing my thing. Then I met Jordan, and something changed. She flipped a switch in me, and now I can’t unflip it.”
Delta sat forward, shaking her head. “You know, I’m all for experimenting. I’m all for people realising who they really are. But this is serious. You’re getting married in less than 24 hours.”
“You don’t need to keep pointing that out.”
“It kinda seems like I do because you’ve let this drift. This is so unlike you. You normally know what you want and go after it. You wanted marriage, kids. That’s what you’ve always said to me.”
“That hasn’t changed.”
“But do you want them with Marcus? Because if you don’t, it’s not fair to put him through a wedding where the marriage is already doomed.”
“I can’t call it off now.”
Delta took Abby’s hand in hers. “Do you still love Marcus and think you can make it work?”
Abby stilled. “Yes.” Her stomach flipped. “No.” She threw up her hands. “I don’t know.”
Delta shook her head, flopping back on the sofa herself. “Abs, what would you tell me to do if the roles were reversed?”
That comment got through. “I’d tell you exactly what you just told me. That it’s not fair to do this to either Marcus or me unless I’m totally sure.”
A knock on the door interrupted them. “Abs?” It was Marcus.
Abby shot to her feet. “Do you think he heard anything?” Dread screamed through her. She felt like she was tripping.
Delta shook her head. “He didn’t. Thick walls.”
Abby hoped she was right. She walked towards the door, still not opening it. “I can’t see you,” she said. “It’s bad luck.”
“I know,” he replied. “It’s just, Jordan’s here to pick up her car now that it’s fixed. I messaged her today, and she wanted to come and get it tonight. Only, you’ve got the keys. She’s downstairs in reception. Can you let her have them?”
Jordan was here? Abby wobbled. Her legs felt like they might give way at any minute. “Of course.”
“Great.” A pause. “See you tomorrow, nearly wife!”
Abby waited for a few moments, before turning to Delta. She was pretty sure her face was saying exactly what her insides were feeling. Luckily, Delta articulated it before she could.
“You can’t go down there.”
“I know.”
“Let me go.”
Abby nodded. “Okay.” She walked to her overnight bag, every nerve ending in her body on high alert. Delta could deal with Jordan. She’d see her briefly tomorrow. Then get married and put this episode down to pre-wedding jitters.
Then again, maybe she should cut Jordan off right now. She grabbed the keys, turning to Delta. “Second thoughts, I’m going to take them. Sort this out now.”
Delta sprang up, taking the keys from where they were dangling from Abby’s fingers. “Because that turned out so well last time.” She gave her a look. “Let me do this. For your own good.”
Abby swallowed down.
Delta left the room.
Abby stared at the door as if it held the key to her future. Which it sort of did. She hopped from foot to foot. Maybe she should just see Jordan. See how she reacted? Wouldn’t it be better to do it now than tomorrow?
Before she could second guess herself, she yanked open the door and ran down the thick carpeted corridor, until she reached the top of the grand wooden staircase, and clattered down it.
