There was a pause on the other end of the line before his voice softened.
“Hazel, I’ve missed you these past few days.”
“Tomorrow’s our wedding day. I was just worried something might happen to you. Don’t be upset. Wait for me, alright? I’m coming to get you now.”
Within minutes, Ambrose pulled up in his car, unexpectedly holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
She didn’t take the flowers. Instead, she opened the passenger door, greeted by a faint yet unmistakable scent.
A wave of nausea hit her, and she quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, choosing to climb into the back seat instead.
Ambrose, absorbed in replying to his messages, remained unaware of her discomfort.
He spoke absently, “Why’d you go to the amusement park? Have you finished with all the wedding preparations?”
“Pretty much.”
Tomorrow, she would finally leave this place behind.
Ambrose chuckled, his tone light.
“I remember you’ve always wanted to ride the Ferris wheel. When I get a chance, I’ll take you and make sure you have a wonderful day. I didn’t mean to interrupt your fun today, but my mom wants to see you.”
“It’s fine. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”