[Come back. I’ll make it up to you, okay? Besides, you’re not even that badly hurt. What are you trying to prove?]
Sitting on the sofa, he lit a cigarette, his face dark with frustration. His long fingers clenched the cigarette tightly, the glow flickering red.
But even after he finished smoking, there was still no response.
Polly hadn’t read any of his messages. Not one.
Irritated, he tossed the cigarette into the trash and typed one last message.
[I’ll be waiting at the church in three days. Let’s have the wedding. If you don’t show up, then forget it. We’ll never get married.]
He didn’t believe Polly would actually ignore that.
Three days later, the church was packed. Sebastian stood at the altar, watching the door, his heart pounding.
Only thirty minutes until the ceremony started, but still, no sign of Polly.
He took deeper, sharper breaths, chest rising and falling with anxiety. His eyes never left the doors, silently praying that any moment, I’d walk in wearing a wedding dress.
Minutes ticked by. Guests began whispering amongst themselves.
Sebastian’s nerves were stretched thin. His fingers clutched his phone tightly, knuckles turning white.