Chapter 149
Chapter 149:
“Well, technically, they didn’t. Catherine fainted. Collapsed right before the ceremony and got rushed to the hospital. Rhys went with her p>
“Catherine’s sick p>
“No clue. I only saw her being bundled into the back of an ambulance. But plenty of guests took photos. You should check online p>
I opened Instagram and X, scrolling through posts from mutual acquaintances, trying to piece together the story.
“So,” Yvaine said, “the ceremony was about to begin. Catherine and Rhys were waiting backstage for the music cue. I got bored and wandered off, stopped somewhere in the hall near them, which gave me an excellent vantage point for watching p>
“You mean snooping p>
“Semantics. Do you want to hear the story or not p>
“Sorry. Please continue p>
“One of Catherine’s bridesmaids handed her a phone. I couldn’t hear what was said, but her face changed. Dramatically. And this was from behind a pillar twenty paces away, so trust me, it was obvious. Whoever called had something p>
“When was this p>
“Maybe two, three hours ago p>
That would’ve been when Jace tried to call her.
“She looked completely rattled,” Yvaine went on. “Then Rhys grabbed the phone from her and demanded to know who it was. I caught something about the police. He hung up. Catherine started pleading with him. Her phone rang again. And again. And again. Rhys got mad—really mad—and forced her to answer it.
She did. No clue what she heard, but she went pale. And I mean ghostly. Then she doubled over and clutched her stomach p>
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“Morning sickness p>
“Looked like pain. Rhys rushed her to a nearby sofa. Lucky for me, they didn’t go back to the bridal suite, or I wouldn’t have heard what happened next p>
“What did you hear p>
“Rhys called an ambulance,” Yvaine said, “told his father the wedding had to be delayed, asked him to calm the guests down. You should’ve seen the look on Clive’s face, Mira. He looked like he was going to tear Rhys to pieces, kept shouting, ‘What the hell is this?’ and ‘What will the guests think p>
“Yeah, that sounds like the Uncle Clive I know,” I muttered.
“I’m with Rhys on this one, though. I mean, Catherine looked barely conscious, and the sweat on her face was visible all the way across the room.” I nodded. “Go on p>
“Rhys yelled, Clive yelled back. Louisa tried to intervene, but no one listened to her. Then Franklin and Caroline arrived and rushed straight to Catherine. All sorts of shouting followed. Everyone was scrambling. Then the ambulance came. Rhys and his sister Willow rushed out with Catherine on a stretcher. And that’s all I know p>
She made appreciative noises. “I’ve got to get the contact info for whoever made this cake. It’s seriously amazing p>