JACK
My nerves take over as I stand in the chapel’s dressing room, pulling at the collar of my shirt.
“I look stupid in this thing,” I complain, trying to straighten my tie.
“You look fine,” Cash says as he assesses me. “It’s me that looks stupid.” He unbuttons his suit jacket.
Cash is wearing a maroon suit jacket with black lapels and matching black slacks. The dark colors are offset by a white button-down shirt. His blonde hair is slicked back, and he’s actually clean shaven. Clearly, Amber scared everyone with threats of balls being cut off if we didn’t look presentable for her wedding.
“I know you didn’t shop for that yourself,” I tease and wink at him.
“Sasha helped me pick it out.” He looks at himself in the mirror again for the millionth time.
I eye him.
“Don’t look at me li
