Noelle's [POV]
"What the hell happened? Are you telling me you ran out on your own?"
Steve sits down and shoves the condiment holder out of the center of the table. The way he's looking at me, I think he's trying to make sure nothing's in his way when he inevitably reaches out to strangle me.
"I panicked. None of it seemed right. I'm sorry. I know I didn't handle it very well."
He grunts. "Yeah, that's a huge understatement. Do you have any idea what's happening back in L.A. right now? Your mom's freaking out. My parents are threatening to sue your parents for the money they put into the wedding. The guests are walking around in circles. No one knows what to do."
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it. With everything that happened last night"
"I knew that was it," he says, shaking his head. "I knew it. I told you we didn't have to move to Dallas. It was just a thought."
"You've been talking to your dad about it for two months. How could you not tell me?"
