I left my borrowed bike to the guards after spotting Delilah’s bike sitting outside the gate.
“Where is she?” I asked Harry as soon as I made it past the paparazzi.
“Who?” He frowned in confusion.
I ran past him into the house, certain Delilah was there for Olivia. But when I arrived at the top floor, I froze.
I stared in disbelief at Olivia, all smiles in the wedding photoshoot.
“Finally, the groomsman,” Dean shouted happily, raising his arm up and waving me over. I moved closer because I just had to look in Olivia’s face and see what the f**k was going on.
I stopped before her, but as usual she would not look at me.
“You went riding in a tuxedo?” Dean shook his head affectionately at me as he hugged me to his side, and I wondered if I had perhaps stepped into an alternate world.
