The emcee sounded irritated. "Mr. Simmons, what exactly is going on with you two? First you cancel the wedding, then you want it back on, but everything at the venue's already been tossed in the dumpster per your instructions. What am I supposed to do at this hour?"
I felt bad for the trouble, but none of it was my doing.
I apologized to the emcee and offered a suggestion. "My wedding with her is definitely off. I won't ask you to refund anything. As for Carrie wanting the wedding back on, you can have her place a new order."
"Ms. Delgado will have my head."
"She'll pay. Trust me."
Because she truly wanted to marry Graham.
By the time I hung up, it was two in the morning.
I abandoned the idea of going home to say goodbye to my mother and took a cab to a hotel near the airport instead.
The emcee texted me a thank-you, saying Carrie had been furious but did end up paying again.
I smiled faintly, set an alarm, and collapsed into bed.
But my phone was immediately bombarded with calls from Graham.
I blocked his number, powered off the phone, and went back to sleep.
Until frantic pounding erupted at the door.
"Wilfred! Open up!"