*Leo*
The suit felt like a straitjacket.
Perfectly tailored, perfectly cut, but still suffocating in the worst way.
I hated how good I looked in it. It made me feel like I was playing a role, like I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t, or maybe someone I used to be.
I adjusted the collar of my shirt for the third time in as many minutes, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
My tie was perfect. The black fabric gleamed, almost mocking me with its sharpness.
I looked every bit the part of the groom, standing at the edge of my future, but I couldn’t shake the cold feeling gnawing at my stomach.
I’d been nervous before, sure. But this was different. This was the biggest thing I’d ever done. The weight of it was bearing down on me like nothing else in my life ever had.
Not to mention my splitting headache.
I grabbed another Tylenol and a glass of water off the coffee table in my dressing room.
