I sent Lewis a message, asking him what was going on.
He didn't reply right away. I knew he was still on a call, probably dealing with something important, so I tried to be patient. Lewis rarely ignored my messages unless he was in the middle of something serious.
Whitney sat quietly beside me in the back of the wedding car. Her hands rested neatly on her knees, her posture straight and composed. But the look on her face wasn't what you would expect from a bride on her wedding day. There was no glow of excitement, no nervous smile, and none of the soft happiness most brides carried.
She just looked calm.
Almost too calm.
Riley, on the other hand, was completely different.
She was playing with Whitney's bouquet, turning the flowers around in her hands while smiling brightly. It was her first time riding in a wedding car, and the excitement clearly showed in her eyes. Every now and then she leaned closer to the window to peek outside, her curiosity written all over her face.
