Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"Come on love birds! Let's get you through these maniacs!" Shouted Bill over the roar of the crowd as he yanked open the limo door for us.

Michael gripped my hand tightly and he followed Bill through the people, hands grabbing at us like monkeys, I felt John's safe hands on my shoulders behind me which seemed to calm me down.

Suddenly a camera flashed right up in my face, the light dazzling me, then I realised, I didn't have anything to disguise my face, if that 'rat' got a picture of me and sold it to the press...the whole world will find out who I am...

But there was no way to be sure he got a picture of me, we were moving at such a rate that it was near on impossible!

"Woo! That was a crazy ass bunch!" Breathed John as he finally pushed us in through the door, the restaurant staff were on bay and quickly closed and locked the doors behind us, sealing us off from the almost angry mob that were fighting like cannibals outside.

"You alright?" Mike hurried over to me, grabbing my hand and kissing the top of my head.

I nodded, slightly dazed.

A small man came scuttling over to us, he was dressed extremely smartly in a navy blue tuxedo, a white towel over his forearm.

"Aahh! Mr and Mrs. Jackson! You have arrived!" Exclaimed the man, he had a thick Mexican accent.

Both at once me and Mike began to correct him.

"Oh no no!" I began.

"We're not...umm- we're not-!" Mike continued.

"We're not married!" I finished.

The man seemed taken aback, "You are not?" he began, "But you look like you are! You two are in deep love, I can tell. Now! Follow me to your table!" He started to scurry off.

Me and Mike looked at each other, both blushing an awful lot.