✳✳✳Owen Carter✳✳✳
Sitting back in my chair, I lower my cigar and roll my cup around, causing the ice to clink against the glass. I bring it to my lips and take a sip of the whiskey. There's a knock on the door but the person doesn't wait for my answer to enter. I watch as Michael closes the door behind him before sauntering towards my desk. I place my glass down and look at him expectantly. "Are you alright? You seem to be in a mood," he says, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"I'm fine. I'm ready to go. Apparently the women should've spent last night doing their hair and makeup."
He chuckles. "Well, the show starts in about twenty minutes."
"Have you seen her yet?" I ask.
"Yeah," he smiles warmly. "She looks beautiful. She's so happy."
My lips twitch up into the smallest of smi
