US, California, Los Angeles,
LANDON MANSION
DECEMBER 2016
Nate was nervous, his heart picking up an erratic beating as he adjusted his tie with trembling hands. Trying not to squirm, he stared at the minister ignoring the presence of the hundreds of guests behind him, resisting to the temptation to turn round again. It was a first for him to be so uneasy in over more than a decade, him being an accomplished politician which normally made him intrepid and indomitable. However, standing at the altar, waiting for his bride to appear gave him an entire new perspective of the word “fear”.
Roman, his best man noted the agitated cadence of his breathing and hid a smile, not so subtly because Nate could pick up his suppressed enjoyment.
“I know the feeling, bro,” Chase interjected playfull
