DANTE
Liam straightens my bow tie for the third time. "You need to stop fidgeting. You look perfect."
"I look like I'm about to pass out."
"Also that," He steps back, examining me. "Dante, you've faced down hostile takeovers, assassination attempts, and board coups. Why is marrying a woman who clearly loves you more terrifying than all of that?"
"Because all of those things I could control. This?" I gesture vaguely. "This is completely out of my control. What if she changes her mind? What if she realizes she doesn't actually want this?"
"She's not going to change her mind. She loves you."
"She's never said it."
"Neither have you, you idiot."
He's right. We've danced around it, implied it, shown it in a thousand ways. But neither of us has actually said the words.
"What if I say it
