Myra did not meet the eyes of anyone who had looked up to stare at them, and did not bother to share their smile.
She held her head high as she stared at Aiden. “Why are you here?” She repeated.
Aiden moved close till his face was only inches away. “To check on my fiancé, is that so bad?”
“Don’t be delusional.”
“Delusional? Let’s spend the day together,” he said, and her hands balled into fists beside her.
He must have sensed she was about to skirt around him and walk away, because he quickly moved to the right where she had planned to go.
“What is wrong with you, Myra? I don’t understand this nonsense you keep going on about,” he said, his forehead wrinkled in worry. “It’s normal to have cold feet just before a wedding. I understand that, but this, this is just too much.”
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