Jordan’s POV
I stood at the altar, many eyes piercing through my skin. Friends of my mum and Auntie Maggie mostly filled the place. Who invites almost five hundred people at a wedding? And the people who take up the invitations, what are they attending? Do they know if love lies here or not?
My brain went back and forth when mum walked over and whispered in my ear Fiona would arrive soon. She stepped down, leaving me to my thoughts again.
Some weeks back, I had seen a familiar figure. Thinking it was John, I had moved closer to get a look at the guy when Fiona came calling, distracting me. When I turned back to get a better look, he was gone. Like he disappeared. I asked Jerome to search while I went in, but he saw nothing as well.
Fuck! I think I’m beginning to lose my mind comple
