Third Person POV
His wedding day. It should be a joyous occasion and a reason to celebrate. Instead, as he dressed, his fingers robotically doing up the buttons on his white dress shirt, Lucian felt nothing. He felt numb inside. Every movement he made was methodical and precise. He did the buttons up on his suit jacket and then did up his tie, smoothing it down. He brushed his hair, grooming himself. He put on his gold fancy cufflinks and put a white rose boutonniere in his jacket pocket. He looked like a groom. But he didn’t feel like one. At least not how one should feel. He frowned, feeling detached from the whole situation.
A knock on the door sounded and then his father poked his head inside his room. He too, wore a tuxedo, his eyes twinkling with good humour. “Son, may I have a wor
