Wes’s POV
We, or more Mish, spends the day helping with preparations, using both Jiren and I for the heavy lifting as she decorates.
Archer too stands beside us, obeying her commands and vision.
With only an hour to spare Mish finally places her hands on her hips, surveys the area and smiles, “done”.
“Time to get ready?” I ask, Mish finally looking over at the time herself now.
“Sh*t” she curses and then takes my hand as she begins to rush through the halls, calling out a quick “we’ll be on time . . . Promise!”.
Archer replying back, “no rush”.
Mish moves at lightening speed her dress and then bra and panties falling to the floor as the door clicks shut.
Mish looks back at me, eyebrows raising as I remain frozen, staring at her. “Wes” she calls, scoffing a smile as she shakes her
