I went into the suite’s bedroom with tears welled up in my eyes and pulled on my red satin knee-length robe. Without a word, I went to the door and opened it just enough to slip out. I looked back in the room filled with my bridesmaids and sternly told them not to ask questions. They stared back at me, puzzled as hell. I quickly slammed the door behind myself and faced Damon, my breath of fresh air. He stood inches in front of me; he was so close, I could smell his fresh minty breath as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I can’t let you do this shit.” he said with pain and severe anguish in his face.
“What are you doing here?” I ignored him.
“How did you know where I was?” I protested.
Damon raised his index finger to my lips and grabbed my trembling hand. He pulled me forward but I didn’t
