Chapitre 200: 200. DEVIOUS YOU, NAIVE ME...

"Jerry, hold my hands, see, see, see how I'm trembling. I'll mess up. I'm going to mess it all up." Isla panicked as she sat in the waiting room provided for the bride in the church building. "What if I trip over my gown huh? I've seen a lot of movies where that kind of thing happened. Or worse, what if I trip over Damon, and I send us both tumbling down, and we end up with a head injury or something?" she panicked even more. "why aren't you saying anything, huh? Aren't you worried about me?" she complained, and Jerry just breathed a sigh of frustration.