Dominic’s POV
The air buzzed with energy, people scrambling in every direction trying to get everything ready. The wedding coordinator was barking orders, flower girls were chasing each other with petals they weren’t supposed to be tossing yet, and a groomsman was struggling to pin his boutonnière straight. It was a circus—but a beautiful one.
I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my black tie, then smoothed down the front of my white dress shirt. It hugged my frame tighter than expected—Paul had definitely underestimated my size. Or maybe I overestimated his tailoring.
“You keep pulling on it like that and you’re gonna Hulk out of it,” Aunt Kari said as she walked up behind me, a teasing smirk on her face.
I scoffed. “Paul must think I’m scrawny.”
She laughed, brushing some invisi
