CHAPTER 7 Impulsive Decision

The wedding day of Mcki's father arrived. Something unexpected happened. The bride was nowhere to be seen.

"Gosh! What the heck is happening?" Ronan blurted out, nonstop, pacing back and forth in the church's backyard, puffing on his cigarette.

"Calm down. Your bride must be late," the other person said, patting his shoulder with sympathy and care.

"Late? You call it late? For almost two hours?"

Ronan blurted out, overwhelmed with frustration. It can't be, but his mind kept thinking about the possibility.

His companion thought deeply. "Could you call the person who recommended her to you?" he suggested, and Ronan followed suit.

"The hell?" the person on the line responded. "No... I'm definitely confident about her. She's not that kind of person, Ronan."

"Suit yourself then. You'd better come here." The call was abruptly cut off. Ronan was angry and feeling the pressure from the people waiting at the church. These circumstances were a huge embarrassment, especially for his daughter McKenzie.

The person Ronan spoke to on the phone arrived less than 30 minutes ago.

"How am I supposed to get married if I have no bride?" Ronan suddenly said as the woman approached them.

"Where the hell is she?" the woman asked.

"That's what we've been asking too, monkey," Ronan replied.

"Maybe that bitch decided to take all the money and run," Ronan's companion said sarcastically.

Ronan looked deeply into his female friend's eyes.

No one knows to whom Ronan will marry. So, what he wants to happen is possible.

But she didn't like it. "No! Whatever you’re thinking, no! I said no! Ronan!" she firmly refused.

"What am I supposed to do now? Aren't you the one who should fix this? You trusted and recommended your evil friend to me," Ronan argued.

"I doubted that, Ronan. You must have done something to make her quit at the last minute," she responded.

"That's the thing. The audacity of that bitch!" the other guy added.

They all knew the frustration, pacing restlessly.

"Please think about it. I can't back out now. People are waiting and watching. It could ruin my reputation, my credibility. So please, help me," Ronan pleaded.

"But you're asking for too much, Ronan. It isn't a simple yes-or-no decision. It's ridiculous," she said, remembering someone in the middle of everything that's happening right now, but then falling silent.

"She's right. Maybe this is a sign that you shouldn't get married," Ronan looked at the speaker. Does he have something to tell him? Is he the reason for all this chaos? Is he behind it?

"It will just be on the papers. You live your life as it is—just some precautions," Ronan bargained for her acceptance.

After deep thought, she recalled the betrayal she felt with someone from the recent event, so she decided on a path she might regret someday.

"Fine, fine!" she agreed, taking the place of the supposed bride.

"Thank you," Ronan said to her friend, feeling at ease.

The other person was disappointed with the outcome. He even disagreed with the wedding from the start, but he couldn't persuade Ronan.

This man wouldn't listen to him. Perhaps his daughter will. That's what he thought, but it's too risky. Everything may go wrong. He can't afford that.