Chapter 87
#Chapter 87 – Let the Wedding Weekend Begin
“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she
says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.”
The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are
each standing at the edge with our one little suitcase each, watching as Amelia packs three busloads of
wedding supplies into a fleet of vans.
Victor stands across the drive, surveying everything butrgely letting Amelia take the lead. When the
final box disappears into the final van, she ps her hands and gives a little squeal.
“Okay!” she says, dashing over to Victor and throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. “That’s
everything! We’re ready to go!”
He gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek and then snaps his fingers. Most of the Betas climb into the
vans and waiting cars,ing with us on the trip. A small few peel away to the house, staying behind.
Edgar, unfortunately, is one of that group.
Hees over to me, giving me a big smile and wrapping me up in a hug. Iugh and return the hug.
Encouraged, Edgar picks me up off my feet and spins me around a little.
“I wish you wereing,” I whisper into his ear. I mean it, too – everything would be so much easier
with Edgar there.
“I know,” he murmurs back to me, straightening up and putting me back on my feet. “But I’ve got to stay
here. Victor’s put me in charge of the Walsh reconnaissance, and honestly, I’ll feel better knowing I’m
doing something to help you.”
I smile at him again, putting a mittened hand on his cheek. “You’re too good to me,” I say, knowing the
truth of the statement more than he does. I work hard to keep the guilt out of my voice.
Though we haven’t spoken it, Victor and I have tacitly agreed not to tell Amelia and Edgar of our
mistake that night. She was pissed that he didn’t find her during the hunt, I know, but he told her that he
was just too drunk and went home to sleep it off. The Betas, if they know anything, are keeping silent.
It’s better if no one knows, frankly. We can just move on with a clean te.
“You deserve the best,” Edgar says, catching my hand and giving it a kiss.
“When Ie back,” I say, moving closer and speaking softly so the boys don’t hear me. “Let’s talk
more about…next steps. I think I want to move out of the cottage,” I say, nodding towards my happy
little home. “Move somewhere more private. Where you and I can build a life.”
Edgar gives me a broad smile at that. “Nothing would make me happier. I can’t wait.”
I stand on my toes to give him a kiss before he pulls away and heads into the house.
As I nce around the emptying driveway, I see Victor standing, arms folded, watching us. I meet his
gaze levelly for a moment before turning to my boys. I find that they’re watching me too.
I frown at them and then nce between them and Victor, frustrated by all this surveince.
“Okay!” I say, brushing past it. “Let’s go, time to get on the move!” I shoo the boys towards the waiting
van, which we’ll be taking with Victor and Amelia.
Deciding – correctly – that the house is no fit ce for a wedding of three hundred people, Amelia
selected a beautiful estate about an hour away for the venue. It’s a vast mansion set against a
waterfall, with sweeping terraces and a professional staff used to catering to the rich and famous.
Gloriously beautiful and, I presume, incredibly expensive.
Whatever, I think, getting into the van. I wouldn’t personally blow hundreds of thousands of dors on a
wedding, but Amelia always has the best.
The boys scamper ahead of me, d, again, to be in the party bus that took us camping. Victor climbs
in after us, looking content to see Amelia and the boys content. I fold myself into a corner of the van,
pulling out a book that I’ve been meaning to read for weeks now. It will be nice to have some down time
while everyone focuses on the festivities.
I’m invited to everything, of course, but I intend to mostly stay in the background when the boys aren’t
doing anything important. If it wasn’t for the boys’ roles in the ceremony, I’d be running as far away
from this event as I can.
“Okay,” Victor says to the Beta at the front of the van. “Let’s roll out.”
The Beta says something into the radio pinned to his shoulder and then, slowly, the van starts to pull
out of the drive, one of a caravan of about twenty cars headed to the venue.
“Why do we need all this stuff,” Ian says, his hands and face pressed against the window, staring at all
the vans and jeeps behind us.
“Because we want the wedding to be beautiful!” Amelia chirps next to him, her excitement making her
uncharacteristically nice to my boys.
“You’re going to be a very pretty bride,” Alvin says, studying her from his ce across the van.
Amelia smiles at him warmly, leaning forward so that she is eye level with him. “Thank you, Ian,” she
says.
Alvin doesn’t correct her as he returns her smile. I smirk, knowing that she’s in for it now. There’s
nothing the boys hate more than being mistaken for one another.
“So beautiful,” Alvin says. “Except for that big spot you’ve got on your nose, right here.” Alvin leans
forward so that she can see, pointing to a spot on his own nose. Unfortunately, he’s right – poor Amelia
is having a breakout.
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The smile drops from Amelia’s faced, being reced immediately with a scowl.
“Alvin,” Victor says, his voice filled with reprimand. He doesn’t look at him though, his eyes focused
instead on his phone.
“Wha –“ Amelia says, spinning on Victor. “Why are you yelling at Alvin – didn’t you hear what Ian just
said –“
“I didn’t say anything,” Ian whines, spinning to re at her. Amelia stares between the two of the twins,
realizing her mistake. She spins her head back to Victor, still expecting further reprimand. But he
merely raises an eyebrow at her.
“How do you expect me to punish the right one,” he says, a littleughter in his voice, “when you still
don’t know which is which?”
Amelia crosses her arms and leans back against her bench. I can’t help but smirk a little and hide my
face behind my book.
“T-minus an hour and twenty minutes until we arrive!” the Beta announces from the front seat. “Let the
wedding events begin!”
I hear Amelia huff a frustrated sigh. She’s right, I think, peeking over the top of my book at Victor, who I
find to be staring at me again.
It’s going to be a long ride.