“Stop it!” Olivia shrieked, yanking her veil off and hurling it at our heads.
“You will not change the conversation, Dean,” she hurried to stand between us. "I need answers. You told me you had E.D, so how the f**k does your gay lover appear at our wedding?”
“Olivia,” Dean stared at her with scared eyes now. “Our guests are outside, this cannot get out.”
“Get out?” her voice dropped in a whisper. “That’s all you care about? Your image?"
“Our image, Olivia!” Dean said with a little more force than someone in his position should. “You are about to be my wife.”
“No, I’m not.” She fired back, and my heart leaped.
I sunk my hands in my pocket, and anchored my heels firmly to the floor. If she even breathed the word, I’d get her out of here so fast it would make Dean dizzy.
“Are you calli
