Chapter Fourteen

"It's your wedding day bro, maybe smile a little." Hailey said, arranging Marcel's tie. She was wearing a mini blue gown that Abigail got for her and she was excited. More excited than her brother was.

Marcel wore a black tuxedo, his hair was made to fall a little over his face and his shoes were the darkest shades of black. He had his hands beside him balled into fists. He didn't realize it until Hailey pointed it out. His head was plagued with the thought of Racheal.

It was a week after lunch with Abigail and he confronted her and she had gotten mad.

Granted he had been less than tactical in his approach but that was because he was hurt. She had stormed out furious at him. She has not picked any of his phone calls since then and Marcel was worried. He knew she was okay but he was scared she'd do something that would jeopardize their relationship again.

"It's Rachel, we had an argument a few days ago." He finally admitted.

"You are choking me Hails." His hands went up the collar