"Are you ready? Aren't you nervous?" His best man asked him as they both stood in front of the altar as Raf waited for his bride.
He looked at the man at his side, and he could only smile at his question. He analyzed his question, thinking of how to better described how he felt at the moment. "I guess the answer is yes and no to both questions."
"What kind of answer is that, Uncle Raf?" Xavier looked at him, perplexed by what he said.
There was no one else he would rather have by his side, other than the spitting image of his brother, his nephew, Xavier. He chose him to be his best man. He might be young, but he was the right person he could think of to stand by his side in the happiest moment of his life.
