True Love Waits novel Chapter 1111

"What happened to Rika?"

"She ran away!"

"What? Why?" Blair couldn't believe her ears. Erica and Matthew's wedding was supposed to be held tomorrow, and the private plane Matthew had sent to pick them up was waiting on a private airstrip outside their house. But the bride-to-be had fled!

"Yes, here it is. Check this out!" Gifford shifted his cradle hold to one hand, Feb's head still resting on his shoulder. The man dug into his pocket to find his cellphone and showed Blair the text.

The message on his phone wrote, "Gifford, I'm not going to marry that guy. Please let Mom and Dad know! Thanks!"

Blair was completely floored. She became so knock-kneed that she almost fell to the floor.

She rushed to call Wesley, who was busy preparing the dowry for their daughter. "Rika ran away again! Hurry!"

Wesley flew into a rage when he heard that. 'How could she cut and run like this? She's gonna get it when Carlos finds out!' he thought to himself.

At the airport

An "old" woman waited at the arrival gate. She fidgeted with her scarf, and tapped her foot anxiously. She craned her neck as the crush of passengers disembarked, hoping to find a familiar face.

She waited a bit and finally saw her old friend. She waved so her friend could see her more clearly. "Rhea, Rhea, over here!" Erica, the "old" lady, called out and waved at a girl in brown casual clothing.

"Hi, Erica!" The girl with purple hair immediately saw through Erica's disguise and ran towards her, carry-on bag rolling behind her.

Rhea Yue was the type of girl to brag that she was the most beautiful and kindest girl in the world. And the most modest, as well. She was Erica's best friend. They'd been hanging out since she was 14 years old.

"Shhhh! Not so loud!" Erica shushed Rhea Yue at once when the latter called out her name. She looked around warily, but fortunately, she didn't see anyone following her.

Rhea Yue acted like a spoiled child and held Erika's arm. "I missed you so much! But, dear heart, why the wig? Rika, I—"

"I'm serious, don't say my name!" Erica wished she could gag her friend. She suddenly regretted sending Gifford that message before she was out of the country. She should have waited until she was safely hidden, and then sent the message.

Rhea Yue finally figured out something was wrong with Erica. "What's going on?" she asked. Sensing her nervousness, she looked around, trying to figure out why Erica was so anxious.

When she found a particular guy, her eyes lit up. She pointed at him and excitedly yelled, "Erica, look! Your hubby!"

As Erica's best friend, Rhea Yue knew Erica and Matthew were supposed to get married tomorrow. She made a point of saving the date and hopped a plane to be with Erica. From here, it was off to Y City with Erica. She was a bridesmaid, after all.

'My hubby?' Erica, who was not accustomed to hearing that yet, followed the direction in which Rhea Yue was pointing. The man who walked out of the VIP passage flanked by two bodyguards was none other than Matthew.

Many women began to scream excitedly because of how handsome he was.

Coincidentally, as if their hearts were linked, their eyes met across the airport.

'I'm done for!'

Erica thought to herself bitterly. Turning around in a panic, she clenched her teeth and complained, "Dammit, Rhea. Now you've done it! Run!" She grabbed the luggage from Rhea Yue, and made her way to the exit.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to wait for Matthew?" Rhea Yue didn't know that Erica was running away from her obligations. Being pulled by Erica, she still looked back at Matthew from time to time.

"No! No more questions, okay?" Erica spat. She didn't look much like an old woman now as she wasn't focused on disguise. She needed to escape. Judging from her wig, it looked like she was 80 or 90 years old, but she was like an Olympic class sprinter.