#Chapter 368 The Maid of Honor

I was sobbing as I clung to the steering wheel when someone tapped on the truck window. I wiped my eyes and sat up straight before opening the door. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Victor took me in his arms. “Were you attacked again?” I shook my head and searched the center console for a tissue. “If I tell you why I’m crying, you’ll think I’m a jerk,” I said and loudly blew my nose. “I’d never think you’re a jerk,” Victor caressed a lock of my hair between his thumb and forefinger. “Talk to me, my love.” “Amy and Justin are getting married next Saturday,” I revealed. “And I’m insanely jealous that it’s not me marrying you.” I began to cry again. “Let’s go for a walk.” Victor took my hands and pulled me from the truck. As we walked around the side of the mansion, he put an arm around my shoulders. “Our wedding day will come,” Victor assured me. “We will know it’s the right time.” “I wish that day were here,” I grumbled. “There are things we must do first,”