Dakota’s P.O.V.
My knee was bouncing as my nerves took control. Oh my god, if I make it through today without passing out, it will amaze me. I could not get my tie right, and I was getting pissed. Why did I agree to wear this stupid thing? I pulled the thing off and threw it across as Coby walked into the room.
“Damn, that thing must have pissed you off,” he chuckled.
“I hate those damn things,” I huffed.
“Drink this,” he said as he handed me a shot glass filled with whiskey.
I took the glass from him and tossed it back. Damn, the burn was so good. The alcohol made its way along my throat, sending a warm feeling through my chest. I drew in a deep breath and let it out, getting a hold of my nerves.
“Go without the tie. You look fine,” Coby said, referring to the tie I tossed across th
