C H A P T E R T W E N T Y N I N E
Jerome
"Would you please stop fidgeting! You're going to rip the suit to shreds. Your mother hasn't taught you a single thing about etiquette. Mitch huffed as he straightened Jerome's tie.
Jerome couldn't decide who was more nervous about his wedding: him or his team! Okay, who was he kidding? It had to be him. Mitch, Jordan, and the rest of the g**g, on the other hand, came dangerously close.
"Are we sure we have everything in order?" Jerome inquired, directing Mitch's attention away from the seemingly impossible task of making his tie look presentable.
He felt like a bear in a penguin suit, and he wasn't far off the mark. While they'd all worn uniforms in the past, none of the Squad Six members were particularly
