James opened the door fully and pulled the bell boy standing on our doorstep into the room.
"Why were you at my wedding?" James demanded. "I never asked for you to be there."
Fear was now swimming in the tears filling the bell boy's eyes. "I'm really sorry, Sir. A friend of mine asked me a few hours prior to be on the lookout for Your Grace and the Lady," he said shakily, his eyes darting to me.
"What friend?" James asked, subconsciously forming a fist with his right hand.
This only served to terrify the bell boy even more.
"What friend?" James screamed, slamming the door shut with his fist.
"James," I yelled.
James whipped his head around to face me. I mustered up all the strength and courage that I could manage and went up to James as fast as my nervous feet would allow me to. The
