James Martins pov

"Jamy! Dawn's here" mum announced from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes feigning nonchalance, but I was relieved as I hadn't seen him for a whole week.

I knew he was still angry, and he wasn't aware I had made up my mind about attending the wedding. I wanted to see the look on his face when I told him, so I didn't tell him over the phone.

Walking into the dining room, I grabbed an apple before making my way to the living room where Dawn was waiting, and pounced on the other edge of the chair he was sitting on.

"What's up, man?" I acknowledged, biting...