Dominic's POV
I'm dressed by eight.
The ceremony isn't until four. Marcus arrives at ten with coffee and the specific energy of a man who finds other people's weddings deeply satisfying.
"You're already in your suit," he says.
"It's a good suit."
"It's ten in the morning."
"I'm aware of the time."
He sets the coffee down and looks at me the way he's been looking at me since February, like he's watching something he invested in finally paying off. It would be annoying if he weren't usually right.
"How do you feel?" he says.
"Ready."
"That's it? Just ready?"
"What else should I feel?"
He picks up his coffee. "Diane cried getting dressed this morning. Sympathy emotion, she said. For Emma." He shakes his head. "Thirty people and half of them are already compromised."
"Emma won't w
