LUCAS’S POV
Lucas sat in the living room with Fiona’s family. Well, not necessarily sat with the entire family.
Her father was in his nurse uniform and seemed to be gathering his things to leave, her mother was in the kitchen and her youngest sister Elise was seated right beside him.
He was seated very anxious. He had no idea why.
He had come by four 0’clock to pick her up in his tux.
He had no idea how to knot a tie, worse he hated bows. They had a way of making him look ridiculous, rather he felt ridiculous in them. So he just did what he preferred to do.
His white shirt was unbutton at the first two buttons. He needed to breathe please.
His mother would hang him, but he didn’t care at this point.
It was a formal gathering and his mother had insisted he bring her. She was bent
