The Runaway Groom

Irene's baby was being difficult. He was refusing to be carried, but he was also so small that anyone not noticing would knock into him if he walked. That was why someone must always be on hand to watch him. Tommy was older and would stay put and stick with Irene when told so. “It's such a grand wedding," Mrs. Watson exclaimed in awe, impressed by the wedding hall when they arrived.

The place was as grand as it was dreamlike—Mick certainly was not going to be stingy since Erin was his only child, and he had many friends in Minerva.

James had also been making a fortune over the years he worked for Isaac and could naturally afford such a wedding too. However, Mick was the one who actually paid, saying that it was his duty as a father. Mrs. Watson leaned in to whisper into Irene’s ear, "I think Mr. Jefferson should do one for you too."

Irene smiled. "Now? Both our children are walking already..."

"Exactly. This is a once in a lifetime occasion for women," Mrs. Watson said.

Irene saw Isaac coming just then and stopped Mrs. Watson while smiling. "Have you finished greeting your friends?"

Isaac had basically been mobbed ever since he entered, and it took him a while to free himself.

Holding Tommy's hand, he said, "Yeah. Let's head downstairs together later.”

He certainly did not want to socialize, but it was necessary when he met acquaintances.

they headed to the lounge upstairs where they would wait for the wedding to

had been with James, clicking his tongue as he looked at James and commenting, "Tut, tut! What a

could kick

was just suited up appropriately for the occasion! How was he

look at your own face?"

looking himself in the mirror

sly smile on James's face before he could finish and came to a realization, bellowing at the other man, "You're the one whose face is

on the shoulder. “I have to

plunging the dagger further into his

the love of his life. But did he really have to be reminded of that constantly?! He quickly caught up with James since James's leg has not fully recovered, and he said, "Does it please

look. "Why are you hurting? You have a daughter. I

of his daughter. "Right... I do have

“I wonder what Mr. Jefferson would do if he heard you," James