Fiona POV
“What are you doing?!” I screech as the car jerks to the side.
“I’m so sorry Ma’am, this traffic is just too heavy to get through,” he says, and I nearly reach into the front seat to hit him. “That’s why I was trying to turn around, and—”
“Forget it. I’ll run for it.”
“But Ma’am, you’re pregnant and that dress isn’t made for running!” He shouts as I shove the car door open. I scoff at his panicked tone and slam the door behind me, leaning over to look at him through the passenger window.
“I’m not going to be late for my own wedding, so if you can’t drive me there, I’m running.”
His eyes widen so much that I think they will pop out of his head, “W-Wait! King Nolan will kill me if I let you leave!” I don’t listen to his protests, though, because I turn on my heel, kick my
