“Stay out of this, Paige,” Seth said, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward her.

“This is between me and my fiancée.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Paige said, stepping right up beside me.

“And neither am I.”

“I’m going back to the suite,” I said.

I turned on my heel and walked down the carpeted hallway toward the bridal suite, my silk gown rustling sharply with every step.

Paige followed right behind me, shutting the heavy wooden door firmly against the noise from the hallway and dropping the brass latch into place.

Seth’s heavy black leather gym bag sat on the wooden bench by the window, right where he had dropped it when we got to the church at noon.