Charlotte Delaney was insistent that she was never going to get married. Never. Not happening. No chance in Hell.
Isaac Fletcher changed all that.
At Last.
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"Stop fidgeting," my mother comes up to the altar to tell me. Sighing heavily, she adjusts the tie around my neck and smooths down my jacket before attempting to tidy my hair. "I wish you would have shaved, Isaac. What are the people back home going to think when I show them the wedding photos, huh?"
It takes everything within me not to roll my eyes. "They're going to look at them and think, fuck me, they look really very much in love," I answer, despite her question probably being rhetorical. Pushing her away gently, I point at her chair and command that she goes back. Despite us having a seating plan for the dinner later on in the evening, when it came to the blessing, Daniel had told our guests to pick any seat they wanted. Naturally, my mother was in the front row, sitting next to Dad while the twins were in the row behind, gossiping with each other, while their dates were looking thoroughly bored. I nudge Mick. "What do you make of Alice's boyfriend?"
