Chapter 12

Dylan strode toward the wedding car with Cheryl in his arms, looking like a triumphant general who'd just won a battle. Although his expression was as stony as always, it was evident to anyone watching that he was thrilled. Francis and Meredith were a little confused. Dylan wasn't quite the man they'd expected him to be. Perhaps Cheryl had made the right choice after all. In the wedding car, Dylan and Cheryl shifted awkwardly in their seats. Dylan didn't know what to say, and Cheryl felt just as clueless. Then, they both tried to speak at the same time. Together, they started, "You—" Upon noticing Dylan's nervousness, Cheryl suddenly relaxed. "You first," suggested Cheryl. "Are you hungry? I prepared some snacks, since it'll be a long day for you," Dylan said. His tone was laced with concern as he studied Cheryl's slender figure. Instinctively, Cheryl replied, "Alright, thanks." "You don't have to be so polite with me." Dylan was a little frustrated by her stiff courtes