"Don't tell me you're kidnapping me again," I teased Tyrone, my voice laced with amusement. An hour after waking up, he had already excitedly roused me from my slumber. Despite his actions, I couldn't bring myself to be angry at him because of the sheer excitement that radiated from him.
"I told you, we are going to our wedding," Tyrone replied, and I rolled my eyes playfully. I never knew that Tyrone could be so cunning, as he had successfully caught me off guard with his plan. It was somewhat funny in a way.
"Come on, where are we—" I was interrupted by the sudden sound of cheers and applause from outside. My eyes widened as I realized the truth. What the—could it be true? We were standing in front of the church, with a crowd cheering and clapping for us. I glanced at Tyrone, and he responded with a smile. Before I could say anything, a knock sounded on the car window.
"What?!" I exclaimed, looking at Rye who was grinning and looking at us from outside.