I turn around to see Luke walking towards us wearing a black suit that makes him look very smart.

“Hey, I thought you were away?” I state.

“I got back three days ago.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Luke repeats.

“Rich said you and he were off to Vegas.”

“That’s next month.”

“Do you know where he is then?” I question.

“I have only just got back to town. He said he was staying at mine while you sorted out some wedding stuff with Megan.”

“Okay.” That lying fucking bastard. I need to get to Luke’s as soon as possible.

We walk into the castle.

“Hi, I’m Michael,” a tall man wearing a grey suit says.

“We have a booking.”


“Oh yes, you do. You must be Jennifer,” he says before I am able to give him all the information.

“Please call me Jenny or Jen.”

“Of course, Jen.”

This should not take long. I give him all the bits he needs and inform everyone else of the plans. It is so nice to be back in here; it is such a pretty castle. Michael leads us for a walk around the grounds, showing everyone the reasons why I fell in love with it.

As we hit the car park, the screech of a car breaking instantly stops us. I know that car. I continue walking but keep the car in my sight. I was right, it is Warren. I place my head down and rush inside before he sees me.

Megan and I head to the bathroom. I need to talk to her alone. I push the heavy doors open, and we walk in.

“Oh Megan, why did I do it?” I ask.

“No idea, hun.”

“He’s here now.”

“Who?”

“The man that just followed us in from the car park.”

“I have seen him before.”

“Yeah, from the day of my wedding dress fitting.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“What happened?” She questions.

“We started talking, dancing, then it just happened.”

“You were confused. You need to talk to Rich.”



“Oh, I intend to. I cannot believe he lied to me.”

“You will sort it.”

“Megan, I did stuff with him I have never done before. Stuff I have always wanted to do but was too embarrassed. I felt so alive with Warren. He was a breath of fresh air at a time when I needed it.”

“You do have a sparkle in your eyes for the first time in ages.” Megan points out. I turn around and look in the mirror. She is right; I do have a gleam in my eyes.

“I feel like my heart is breaking.”

“You have to do what is right for you.”

“I need to see Rich.”

“You go. I’ll finish here,” she states.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, you go.”

“Thank you, you’re the best. Love you, babe,” I say, giving her a huge hug.

I walk out of the bathroom and straight into the car park towards my car.

“Jen.” I turn to see Warren.

“Yes, Warren?” I stand still.

“You left this.” He passes me my necklace.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How did you find me?”

“I just came to drop off something here and saw you. I stood waiting for you to come back out.”

“Well, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, again. You’re getting married here?”

“No, reception.”

“Oh, I see.” I feel dampness collect between my legs. I want him. I want to hold him. I want him to hold me. I have to get away from him. I need to see Rich, my husband-to-be.

“I need to go,” I state, turning around and walking to my car. Warren grabs my wrist and pulls me back, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

“I need this; I need to hold you. I know I will see you around, but you will be a married woman. Your fiancé does not need to know about this.” He places a little kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms around him.

I… I don’t know what to do.

“I need to go and sort some stuff, Warren.”

“Okay babe, I’ll let you go. Please don’t be a stranger.”

“Goodbye, Warren,” I say as I walk away from him, tears streaming down my face.