"Jordan James! This is how you treat people from Clearwater Village?"
His roar made every man who'd been so cocky a moment ago change color.
Jordan swallowed hard. "Chief Simmons, she… how could she be from your village? You must be mistaken."
The onlookers frowned.
Now that the villagers had arrived, those who'd been watching the spectacle followed them inside.
"What kind of logic is that? Just because Luna isn't from Clearwater Village, you think you can treat her like this?"
"Exactly! Grown men ganging up on a woman on her wedding day—have you no shame?"
With backup finally here, others who'd been too scared to speak up joined in.
My mother-in-law rushed over. The moment she saw Chief Simmons, her face twisted.
"Let's talk this out! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"Chief Simmons, right? Kids will be kids. Luna, hurry and tell him—if you keep this up, you'll miss the auspicious hour!"
She shot me frantic, meaningful looks.
Jordan panicked too. "Luna! What are you standing there for? Don't tell me you actually want to cause a scene today?"
"Come on, it was just a joke! Don't blow this out of proportion!"
His scolding almost made me laugh.