Wedding night

The wedding reception was arranged at the back of the church, in an open field. There was a large white shed to prevent the people and the meal from the sun.

Helen and James got to the venue and saw some people were eating already. She searched the place with her eyes for Charles and saw him having a chat with Freddie. They seemed happy.

“I’ll talk to your father. Find your wife. I’ll talk to you when I’m done.”

She tapped his shoulder and walked up to Charles. James saw Amelia sitting on one of the chairs, she was staring at the meal in front of her hungrily.

James scoffed and walked up to her.

“If you want to eat it, just eat,” He mumbled and sat in front of her.

She smiled faintly and looked up.

“I was waiting for you. I was told that I can’t eat until you are here.”

James raised his brows and chuckled. “So you decided to wait for me? Why?”

“Errmm… So that we can eat together.”

“And if I didn’t wait for the reception, would you have still waited for me?” He asked, and she