Page 82 of Before You Say I Do
Jordan gulped. This was so hard. She moved closer to them. “I’m really sorry, Marcus. I never meant for this to happen either.”
Still he stared. “I knew something wasn’t right, but this? You were meant to sort everything out. Make Abby’s worries disappear. If you were a man, I’d punch you.” He clenched and unclenched his fist.
Jordan didn’t move. “And you’d be within your rights.”
“Please don’t,” Abby said, her voice high-pitched.
“Nobody’s hitting anybody.” Delta pushed in between them. “Marcus, get in the wedding car and let the driver take you home. Or to a pub. Wherever you need to go. Take your best man with you. I’ll go and tell everyone the wedding is cancelled.”
Delta was finally stepping up to the plate. Jordan could have kissed her.
“Thanks, Delta,” Abby said.
“That’s it? Just like that we’re over?” Marcus turned his volume higher.
Jordan winced.
Gloria jumped in and squeezed his arm. “I’m sorry Marcus. This isn’t fair on you. But please, get in the car and get away like Delta suggested. It’ll be easier on you.”
“Please, Marcus,” Delta said.
Marcus’s face turned red. Then he shook off Gloria’s arm, walked over to the wedding car, got in and slammed the door.
Jordan’s heart went out to him.
Delta turned to Karen. “You’re driving the other car?”
Karen nodded.
“Okay. You take Gloria, Abby and Jordan. I think we need to split this party up.”
“Will do,” Karen said, already heading for the car.
Gloria put an arm around Abby’s shoulders, just as Marjorie appeared.
“What’s going on? Why are you all standing around out here?” She looked around one more time, then frowned. “Where’s my son?”
Gloria went over, took Marjorie’s arm and steered her away, just as Abby had done to Marcus minutes before. This time, Jordan couldn’t hear the words, but she could read the body language.
Marjorie glared at Abby, anger oozing from her face. She went to walk in Abby’s direction, but Gloria stopped her, saying something else. Then she pointed towards the wedding car, with Marcus in the back.
“I knew you weren’t right for him,” Marjorie told Abby, before storming over to the wedding car and getting in.
Gloria clapped her hands, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone. Show’s over. Time to disperse.” She looked at Delta. “You’re good to do the honours inside?”
Delta nodded. “Of course.”
Gloria steered Abby towards Karen’s car. She put Abby in the back seat, then got in the front.
Jordan glanced at Delta and Taran, then at the church. “I’m so sorry,” she said, to nobody in particular.
Then she sprinted for the back seat and slammed the door.
The whole car was silent for a few moments. Shock reverberated around the interior.
Jordan pressed her head into the back seat, taking Abby’s hand in hers. It was limp. She kissed her fingers. They were going to recover from this, but it might take a while. Especially for Abby.
Karen started the car, then turned to the back seat. “Are we going home?”
