“What dress do you think she chose?” Oliver asked, straightening his tux. They were all in suits that were an ivory color with the shirts matching the bridesmaid they were walking with. It made for an interesting choice of colors, but everything fit so well. It wasn’t overly formal, but just the right side of class, with more than enough comfort. Jackson wasn’t a fan of stuffy suits, and Anna had given him carte blanche on his apparel. He was thankful for that, as well because the tailor in town had custom-made each outfit to fit each of them to perfection.
“Not sure, she had three to choose from, and I didn’t look at any of them, just had the lady at the shop have them altered and then sent here.”
“Somebody is p***y whipped,” Dorian said bumping Finn on the shoulder.
“Do you see me com
