Tropesville

Chapter Eleven

Mikaela POV

I froze half standing half sitting. Please don't be talking to me, I begged silently. I slowly stood my eyes drawn to Olivia. It appeared as though she was shaking, her trembling coming from deep within, like a volcano just before an eruption and she was looking directly at me. Shit.

"Did you hear me, you fucking bitch?" Olivia started making her way to me. Her bridesmaids tried to hold her back, but she threw them off. The shoulder of her beautiful silk gown fell over her arm, making her look dishevelled as she shook, her carefully pinned curls started coming loose. She shook her bouquet, delicate petals and leaves falling from the carefully selected bunch. "You fucking did this on purpose! You set me up."

"No, I wouldn't do that," I protested. I kept making my way to the side exit, the one Matt had fled from earlier. I just needed to get away. "I had nothing to do with this, Olivia."

Olivia kept coming towards me, her advance impinged by her mother. She tried to hold her back, frantically telling her to stop, saying something to her about her dignity. That almost made me laugh, there was nothing dignified in Olivia, her beauty and grace was always a façade for the hateful, vengeful person she was underneath. She turned on her mother and screamed, "Let me fucking go!"

I cowered at Olivia's rage, and I missed my chance to escape before she stalked over to me. I felt sweat break out on my forehead, the room suddenly felt too warm, humid, the rain and earlier storm must have made it so. I felt sick, I wanted to puke. I kept moving to towards the door, aware of all the eyes on me. I needed to get away.

"Don't you dare leave! You don't get to leave!" Olivia raged. "How dare you think you can come here and steal this day from me? You've made this all about you like you always did when we were kids." I blinked shocked. Did she even care that Matt left her? Was that even a thought in her head? Was her concern only about losing face in front of all these people?

I felt something big against my back, and it took me a moment to realise it was Sy. "Keep walking," he whispered in my ear. "Don't listen to her." His hand gripped my arms and he shepherded me towards the doorway.

"I know you did this on purpose, I know you did!" Olivia ranted. "You talked to Matt didn't you Mikaela?"

I ducked my head and looked away, Noah still pushing me to walk out, God that exit looked so close but was so far away. I can only imagine what this looks like to people who don't know the situation. Everyone must be hating me right now. "No, it wasn't like that," I tried to defend myself.

"You said something about me, didn't you?" Olivia accused. "What did you tell him huh? Did you lie to him about me?" Olivia was wild, her anger uncontrolled, she flung her arms in the air as she yelled, her feet stamping like a child. "Why would anyone want you? You're a frigid bitch who wants men all to herself then doesn't give it up, right?"

"Olivia, that's enough," Noah's voice boomed behind me.

"Oh! Here comes the hero, Captain Noah Syverson, to the rescue! She's got you fooled too, doesn't she? Come on Noah, tell the group," Olivia threw her arms wide indicating to the rest of the guests. I could stop myself from looking and seeing the shock on all their faces. "She hasn't fucked you yet, has she?" I felt Noah stiffen behind me, his steps faltered, and his fingers dug painfully into my shoulders. "And she won't. She's a fucking tease. A god damn tease who thinks she's better than me because she's a virgin."

I couldn't do this. I couldn't, not with all these people. I tried to shake Noah off me, but he wouldn't let me go. Tears welled in my eyes, I tried to stop them from coming, I didn't want her seeing that she got to me. Olivia didn't deserve to see me cry.