Charles slammed the steering wheel, then started the car and headed toward the wedding.
Halfway there, a small car suddenly appeared and rammed us head-on.
Thankfully, Charles’s driving was expert; he swerved and barely scraped the other car.
A girl in a miniskirt jumped out, ran over, and knocked on our window.
“How could you drive like that? You’ve wrecked my car. None of you is leaving today. You have to fix it!”
“Stay inside. I’ll take care of it.”
She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place her.
Then Jason called. “Where are you? We’ve been waiting forever. Why aren’t you here yet?”
“I was in a car accident,” the girl next to me said.
“A car accident on such a happy day—bad luck. Maybe God doesn’t want you to get married?”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Lydia, get a taxi here quickly. Don’t miss the auspicious time.”
My throat tightened. “I was in an accident, and your first concern isn’t if I’m hurt, but if we missed the auspicious time?”
“My wife is lucky; she’ll be fine. Get a taxi here fast. Everyone’s waiting.”
Jason hung up.
As I got out of the car, someone grabbed my wrist.
“You can’t leave! No one in this car leaves today!”
The girl who hit us was holding me.