♥ Shane ♥
The tuxedo jacket sat on the hanger like it was judging me. Black, clean lines, peak lapel. The kind of suit that made me feel like I needed to stand up straighter just to deserve it. The shop smelled like starch and fabric and a hint of cologne from whoever had been in here before us.
“Get a move on, groom,” Caleb said from the changing cubicle next to mine. “Some of us have lives to get back to,”
“You are here for me,” I reminded him. “Today, you have no life. Best man duties,” he laughed.
“Fair enough,” he replied as I slipped my arms into the jacket. The fabric had a bit of stretch to it, which helped. The vest fitted snug over my white shirt. I adjusted the black bow tie and took a breath.
Three weeks.
Three weeks and this wouldn’t be a fitting anymore. It would be th
