CASSIAN
I stood in my black custom-made tuxedo, hair styled carefully and perfectly, beside the bed where Dante Moretti lay.
His hands were warm, the machines beside him beeping with a steady rhythm.
"I'm sorry you get to miss this day, Father," I whispered, squeezing his hand tightly.
I couldn't believe I was wearing a bag of emotions.
This woman had finally ruined me.
A few seconds later, I felt Dante's hand squeeze back.
It was like a sign he was telling me to fuck off and make sure my suit had no wrinkles.
I clapped a hand over my face and laughed.
"Thank you, Father," I muttered before the door opened and Nico walked in, looking too smooth, clean, and ready.
"We're set," Nico said, crossing both hands behind his back.
"You look too excited, like it's your wedding. Planning to bed that Sophia girl tonight?"
He snickered. "I think we've made a mark on that."
I smirked.
The fucking bastard! But I was happy for Nico.
