Hi guys! I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I had every intention on updating sooner but my focus has been taken up with a story I'm preparing for publication (not a wattpad one). So I hope you will forgive me!
                              I know I hinted at this being the last chapter but it was so long I had to break it up into two so this is technically the second to last chapter. I will post the last one in a few days' time. :) Enjoy!
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                              When I leave Prisca's room I go for another walk along the beach. It's nearing nine so it's still fairly early and I'm not ready for bed. Besides my stomach is still knotted up at the thought of tomorrow. Now it's not just the wedding. It's having to approach Prisca and play back her drunken confession. I think I'm going to speak to Mum first thing and get her to come with me. I need her support.
                              It's a little cooler now. When I went out for dinner it was balmy and I didn't need a jacket but there appears to be a weather change. I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to warm up. I stop walking and look up at the sky. It's overcast with clouds that look bright grey from the moon behind them. A rumble in the distance has me looking out over the ocean just as a strike of lightning hits the water. The waves are crashing against the shore, larger than normal. I shiver from the cold and hug myself tighter.
                              A few drops of rain land on my arms and I curse. Just as I'm about turn around and go back, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I shriek in fright and try to struggle free. Who the hell is that? The arms only hold me tighter and panic begins to set in. Oh this is wonderful, I'm going to be raped in a magical place like Mauritius the day before the wedding I don't want to take place. Yep my life is truly wonderful.
                              "Hey, it's just me," a voice says...an extremely familiar voice, one I have missed so much. My heart rate decreases and butterflies come to life in my stomach. Arms loosen around my waist just enough for me to spin around. Suddenly I'm staring into those beautiful aqua blue eyes, which are darkened by the night. A flash of lightning behind me brightens his eyes and my heart melts. He came.
                              "Jamie," I whisper, falling into his arms and embracing him tightly.
                              He laughs softly and wraps his arms tightly around me, making me feel instantly warm. I don't even notice the rain anymore. I'm in his arms and right now, that's all that matters.
                              "When will you ever learn to trust me?" he asks softly, stroking my hair. "I told you I'd come, didn't I?"
                              I pull away and scowl. "You told Toby, not me. Besides, I didn't hear from you for weeks, how could I trust you? You could have grown cold feet."
                              He frowns, hurt filling his eyes. "Teresa, didn't I tell you I loved you?"
                              Guilt courses through me and I cringe. "Yes, but—"
                              "No, there shouldn't be any 'but's'. If you believed it, you wouldn't have questioned if I would come for you. You would have known I would. If your brother says I'm coming, you need to believe it. You don't give me much confidence in us, Teresa. If you keep doubting me then we're never going to work."
                              My heart is breaking. He's right about everything, I can't deny it. I've doubted him so much even though we promised we would try and trust each other. I haven't even tried to trust him. Oh god, please don't tell me I've ruined this.
                              "Jamie I'm—"
                              He shakes his head and takes a step back. "You need to prove you trust me, Teresa. I can't be with you if you don't. I trust you even though you went and got yourself engaged to another—"
                              "Hey! No, don't you dare go there, Jamie. That was not my doing. I had no—"
                              He smirks, clearly knowing I would jump to the bait. I'm about to say something when suddenly his lips are on mine, cutting me off mid-sentence. We move in perfect sync, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him and breathing in his spicy scent. Oh how I've missed him.
                                      
                                   
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