Lilieth
I rearrange Corey's tie for the third time until I get it just right.
I can tell by the look on his face that he's growing impatient. "Hold still."
"I think it's good now."
"It isn't. You're not looking at it, so you can't tell."
The mating ceremony will start in ten minutes, and he's on edge. I don't blame him—today's the day when he's picking his forever person before the goddess, so it's a huge deal.
I steal a glance at his face. Though he appears composed, the sweat beading his forehead is indicative of his inner thoughts and feelings. "You okay?"
"Of course," he claims. "I'm the happiest man alive."
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. Finally, I got the damn tie straight. Stepping back, I admire him. Everything looks in order. I give him a thumbs up. "There's no
