Chapter 5

“I’ll give you a ride,” Van said, reaching out to grab my arm and drag me behind him as he turned to walk away.

I dug in my heels instead. “No, thanks. I have my own. Appreciate you relaying the message, and stop treating me like a rag doll.”

I removed his hand from my arm, turned, and ran around the corner to where I’d parked my car. I sped off to the reception hall to setup the music. Van was acting weird, and it was freaking me out.

I had music playing by the time the guests arrived, and it was another hour before the musicians themselves turned up, profuse with apologies for reasons I didn’t hear since I didn’t care about anything else but them being in place, right this second.

Once they were settled, I was able to take a breather and had a glass of white wine as I sat near the back door. This way, the caterer or whoever could find me as needed. Viola had arrived with the musicians, and I could see her wandering through the crowd.