“Cold feet?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned to my brother who just walked in the room. Naputol ang matagal kong pagtingin sa mga alon sa dalampasigan. He had that smug look in his face despite wearing a nice tux. The little stem of flower strapped in his breast pocket however contradicted his dark look.
My brows rose as I watched him prepare two glasses of whiskey. “I can’t drink. I’m getting married today.”
“No s**t, Sherlock. You need to calm your nerves.” He treaded towards my direction and gave one of the glasses nonetheless.
Wala akong nagawa sa kagustuhan ng kapatid. I must say, the whiskey did quite help. I was out here in our old house, thinking while waiting for the right time to drive myself to the cathedral. Katulad ng i
