“I’m so nervous.” Shane looked like he was going to throw up.
Dylan, unfortunately, knew how he felt. They were both dressed in black tuxedos that cost way too much money. But Shane’s mother had insisted, saying, “You only get married once.” Then she’d looked right into Shane’s eyes, then Dylan’s, then Austin’s. “You boys make the right choice, and you’ll only get married once. It should be in a tuxedo.”
She’d paid for the clothes, and surprisingly, their father had offered to pay for all the food at Shane’s wedding dinner party, which would take place immediately following the ceremony.
“It’s fine,” Dylan said. “You’re fine.” He straightened his brother’s tie. “You love her, and she loves you, and you’re going to be blissfully happy in that huge homestead.”
Shane c****d his head. “Are
