Sam's Point of View
"Samantha, do you take Maxwell to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and adore, rich or poor, in sickness and health? Till death do you part?"
The priest looks up at me, awaiting my answer. I stare at Max, my heart racing. This is it! If you want to say no, now is the time.
Looking down the aisle, I see so many family members and friends. Some have tears in their eyes, others have warm smiles. I look past every one of them to the double doors leading to the outside. I wish Ryder would come barging in.
My brows furrow as I realize he isn't coming.
I am so angry with him, though!
However, if Ryder barges in here, I'll run away with him. Who am I kidding?
"Sammy? Baby?" Max asks me as he looks around nervously.
I can tell me not answering the priest is unsettling.