Damien's POV
I was ready an hour early.
This should not have surprised anyone who knew me — I had spent my entire adult life arriving before I was expected, controlling things when I could. But standing in the hotel suite in my morning suit, hair done, shoes polished, nothing left to adjust, with fifty-three minutes still remaining before I needed to leave, I was forced to confront the fact that I had entirely run out of things to manage and would now have to simply wait.
I was not good at waiting, so I straightened my cufflinks twice. Checked my phone In anticipation then put it down.
Lucas texted: Don't pass out at the altar. Pro tip: fix your eyes on her and just breathe. He'd apparently done extensive research into wedding day anxiety for someone who was only engaged and not yet married, which I chose to find helpful rather than irritating.
