Snippet #865354

OOC: Don't worry Kee, Cupcake will get over it.

IC: Holly looked over in the direction Tamara had gestured to see Matt's black Range Rover, and him striding away from it. She jumped quickly away from Jason, as Matt stomped up the peer. "Oh God," she said, quietly enough that her lips barely parted, but she knew Jason and Tamara would hear her and realise. Matt had arrived.
His brow was dented with deep wrinkles as it always did when he was angry. It made him look much older than he was, but Holly knew never to mention it. It would have just made him more angry and then they would only deepen. As he approached, she shrank back into her normal personality. Shy, quiet and broken.
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Matt reached the peer as Holly stepped back from the pair.
"Well here she is, my run away fiancée. Care to tell me exactly what you were thinking running out on your mother and I so close to our wedding. No note. No call. What on Earth were you thinking? Your dress maker has been calling practically every day about fittings and other things she wants to add. I can't organise all this for you Holly. You're beginning to make me question if this is what you want at all." His rant over he relaxed a little, but glared at her hard so she knew she was not forgiven yet. "And who," he gestured to the pair that stood on his opposite side to Holly, "are these two might I ask?"