Ansel
"Just take a deep breath, Ansel," Connor said and proffered me a crumpled flask.
“Unless it’s liquid Xanax, I don’t know how it would help,” I muttered in annoyance.
“It’s whiskey and trust me when I say—it works like magic! Now here’s a big thumbs up and cheers to you!” Connor said flashing his thumb up.
"Whiskey? That's hardly the solution for my nerves," I huffed.
"It's what I do to calm myself before a big occasion," he replied.
The rascal! How could he be so chill-axed when his friend was about to take a lifelong plunge? He didn't know how it felt waiting with bated breath for the bride. It's enough to make a man go crazy.
My mind has been creating the most negative scenarios possible and I had no idea how to stop them.
What if she changes her mind and decides to run awa
