Chapter 100: Wedding Fever

**FOUR DAYS LATER...**

"Are you ready, my dear?" Mrs Karen asked Sharon.

"I'm not! I'm so nervous,"

"That's normal, my child. It's just pre-wedding jitters. It will pass as soon as you begin walking down the aisle."

"No, that's not why I'm nervous. I could never be nervous about marrying Peter. I love him and becoming his wife is something I'm excited about," Sharon said.

"Then, what is it? What are you nervous about?"

"Ever since Douglas confronted him about Lily's death, I haven't had a good night's sleep. I feel it in my bones that he's going to do something, but I don't know what. It's driving me crazy," Sharon said and took a seat, her heart was beating fast and she was starting to sweat.

Mrs Karen went to her and used a hand fan to cool her off.

"You should stop worrying, Sharon. That man isn't going to do anything to you or any of us. This is your big day, you should enjoy it and stop thinking about these kinds of things." Mrs Karen said.

"But what if you're wrong? What if this day of joy and happiness turns out to be a disaster? I don't know what I would do," Sharon said.

She started having a panic attack. She hadn't had one for a while but now, she was so worried because she was finally trying to be happy and that fear of losing it all was stronger than ever.

"Calm down, Sharon! Breathe, breathe..." Mrs Karen said slowly and rubbed her back.

Tracy, one of Sharon's bridesmaids, opened the door to the room and stuck her head in.

"It's almost time," she said with excitement. "Is she ready?"

Mrs Karen walked over to the door to prevent her from coming in.

"Almost, Tracy. She's just having some pre-wedding jitters, but she'll be out soon. Come back when it's time, alright?" Mrs Karen said and closed the door.

Sharon was now crying, her worries were too great.

"Oh, Sharon!" Mrs Karen said and went over to her.

"It will all be fine. You're going to get married and you're going to go on your honeymoon and your life will be amazing, filled with love and joy and little miscreants running around in no time. You'll see my dear."

"I really hope so," Sharon replied.

"Now come on! Let's fix your makeup so you'll look perfect for your groom. He's most likely not so worried unlike you are," Mrs Karen teased.

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"I'm so worried, Chris!" Peter said, panicking about the impending ceremony.

"What are you worried about man? Everything is going to be fine," Chris said.

"What if it isn't? What if he attacks the wedding and destroys everything?"

"Ok, look! I know that Addicus is a crazy person and he's probably upset by what Douglas said about him on national radio, but do you really think he'll attack your wedding? Stop being paranoid, Peter. It's not good for you," Chris said.

"He's right, Peter," Spencer said, "you have to relax and stop being so tense. Here, do what I do before I fly a plane, it's very relaxing."

"And what is that, Spencer?" Peter asked, wishing he hadn't as soon as the question left his lips.

"I'm so glad you asked, my friend,"

He stuck his hand into his inner jacket pocket and brought out a little canister.

"I have some rum and it completely shuts out all of my anxiety," Spencer said and handed the can to him.

"It still amazes me that the military allowed a crazy duck like you to fly a plane," Chris said and snatched the can of rum from Spencer's hand.

"It's going to relax him, so he can stop thinking about that Addicus guy," Spencer argued.

"It's also going to make him smell like rum when he's about to kiss his bride!" Chris said.

"You never agree with any of my good ideas," Spencer said to Chris.

"That's because you never have any good ideas," Chris said back.

"Are the both of you done?"

"Just take it one step at a time, Pete. You go out there and wait for your bride to show up. You'll both say your vows and then, we'll all head out for the reception dinner and after that, you guys will head over to the airport and fly off to Costa Rica for your honeymoon. Nothing bad will happen. You can do this, man!" Chris said to Peter, holding his shoulders.

"Chris is right, Peter! You've got this and nothing is gonna ruin it. Now, get out there, Killshot." Spencer added.

Peter smiled at the words of encouragement from his groomsman and his best man. It filled him with confidence and eased his worries.

"You guys are right! Today is a day not for fear but for love and joy," he said and got to his feet.

He went to the mirror and made sure he looked perfect. He fixed his hair and adjusted his tie.

"Let's go get me married!"

"That's the spirit!" Spencer said.

They walked over to the door and headed to the car that would take them to the chapel.

**A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE WEDDING**

Addicus was in his office drinking a glass of whiskey when he received a call from the spy he sent to keep an eye on Sharon.

"Yes, Caesar! What do you have for me?" Addicus said after picking up.

"I now know exactly what all the party planning has been for, Sir!" Caesar, the spy, said.

He was sent to Jacksonville by Addicus the very next day after Douglas had confronted him in public. For the past four days, he had been updating Addicus about Sharon's and Peter's activities. He had told Addicus that they were preparing for a party, but he didn't know what they were celebrating. ***Now he did!***

"It's a wedding, Sir. Her wedding!" The spy said.

Addicus spat his whiskey out of his mouth in shock. So many thoughts were running around in his head. *Sharon was getting married? He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it.*

"When's this happening?"

"In a few hours, Sir. All the guests are starting to arrive and she..." Caesar was saying, but Addicus hung up the call.

He collapsed into his armchair and served himself another glass of whiskey. He took a long sip and smiled. He recalled that Martha had asked him for a two-day leave for some personal reasons. He was more than certain that this was it. She was probably invited to the wedding, but didn't tell him about it.

Addicus wasn't happy about this. Here he was, under investigation by the police, his businesses halted and his life spiralling out of control, while the cause of his misfortunes was about to get married.

"Congratulations, Sharon! You just made me even angrier," Addicus said and threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall, breaking it apart in his rage.