|Xavier's POV|
I fidget with the serpentine cuff links that are tucked into the sleeves of my cream coloured dress shirt. My suit has a small bouquet of baby breath flowers tucked at the lapel and I am currently standing at the end of the aisle with nothing but utter nerves wracking through my body.
My eyes roam over the decorations done in the barn, the cathedral ceiling is glimmering with gossamer curtains, lights, and carnations. As are the backs of the rustic gold chairs and the walls lined with similar candelabras.
Every inch of this place is decorated according to Sage's tastes and I made sure that my men in charge of security were all in position— some of them hidden away in corners while the others standing in plain sight, wearing their usual bodyguard uniforms.
If only hal
