Angelo could feel the sweat building upon his forehead, why wasn't she coming? The bridesmaids were here that meant that she was ready too. Or maybe she was not? Angelo felt ananxietyike never before.
After a moment, Angelo turned his gaze from the side view of the doors to the aisle to front of him. He recalled the conversations with his father.
'What do you feel boy?' His father asked. Never had Angelo thought of having this conversation with him? Did he have this conversation Silvwith ano too?
'Angelo?' His father called for his attention.
'Hmm?' He absent-mindedly replied.
'I asked you, something child. This is your chance to back out if you want, but for that to happen, You need to be sure about it. So go ahead and talk to me. Clear your head.'
