Chapter 33 — Luke

We were both sat in the limo and all I could think about was what to say, I had a million words in my head, but then as she was here looking like Vivien Leigh out of Gone with the Wind. I completely lost my cool and small talk, the thing I hated more than anything came out of my mouth.

“Do you still want to go?”

“Where?” she asked as she avoided eye contact and had on those glasses. I hated people who spoke to me with their glasses on, it was so damn rude.

“To the wedding?”

“I wouldn’t be in the car if I didn’t want to go.”

"I know, but I just wanted to double-check with you.”

“Yes."

Then we were back to square one.

“It will take thirty minutes to get there. We’re a little late. The service probably has started.”

“Okay.”

I couldn't think of what to say, then again, she wasn't making it easy. She could at least take off the glasses and speak to me when I spoke to her. This was a really bad idea. I ran a multi-million dollar corporation, but when it came to matters of the heart I was clueless.

I had to break the ice wall she had erected around herself.

The question was how?