Matéo Santiago's POV

"He what?!" I yell, about to lose my shit.

Elijah has just told me that their father has decided to switch up on Ade on the day of the wedding!

Elijah glares at me and hands me my tux jacket.

He wears a navy blue suit with a small red rose at the collar.

He has had a new hair cut and looks pretty neat.

"You need to stop before someone hears you!" He tells me.

"Where, is Ade? I need to speak with her!" I yell.

Elijah grabs my shoulders and gives me a little shake.

"No, pull yourself together! You will not discuss this with Ade and cause her to be anymore upset than she already is!

You will get married to my baby sister and you're also gonna treat her like the queen that she is, before I rip your throat out of your neck and shove it up your- -"

Elijah is cut off by someone knocking on the door.

He goes to open it and steps to one side.

Joshua, my best man, walks through the door and takes a look at me.

"You look good." He says.

I nod in thanks.

"Joshua, explain to this fuckin' idiot why, he can't talk about my dad not being able to show up, to Ade!" Elijah fumes.

When did they become so close?

Joshua turns to me.

"You were gonna talk to her about it?! Today?!" He asks, looking at me incredulously.

I nod, sheepishly.

"Are you slow or something?" He asks.

"It's your wedding day, you piece of shit, you're meant to cheer her up not stress her out!" He groans rubbing his temples.

"You must have lost your fuckin' mind! Talk to her about it after!" He yells dramatically, his arms flying about.

"Thank you!" Elijah says with a triumphant grin.

I glare at both of them.

"Hurry up and let's get going" Elijah says and he grabs one of the perfumes on my dresser.

"I'm using this" he says and walks out of my room.

I shrug and just decided on using another one. I wear my suit jacket and look in the mirror.

I'm ready

I look good.

I grab another perfume from the dresser and use it.

Ok I look good...

I smell good...

But I'm scared shitless.

I take a few deep breaths and try not to hyperventilate.

What if she decides not to marry me?

She doesn't have much of a choice.

What if I trip and fall, over my own feet?

That would literally be your own fault, Téo.

What if...

My thoughts are cut off when I hear a sharp knock at the door.

"Matéo, hurry up and get your ass out of there!" My dad yells.

I sigh.

It's time.

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