ALLAN'S POV
“You feeling nervous, big guy?" Fredrick asked.
I put on my coat and dismissed the servant. " Thank you, Jenkins.”
" You're welcome, my Lord. Congratulations once again.”
" Thank you.” He nodded and smiled at me before leaving the room.
I paced back and forth in the room, running my hands through my hair, trying to control my breathing.
“ You're going to ruin your hair. The dresser spent a great deal of time on it.”
" You think I care about my hair?” I snapped at Fredrick.
" Shouldn't you? Don't you care how you look to your bride? It's your wedding day. You should look dashing.”
" I'm not in the mood for your teasing, Fredrick.”
" What are you in the mood for?” He wiggled his eyebrow at me, suggestively.
" You're disgusting.”
He laughed and lounged lazily on
