James.
‘There he is, being an asshole again,’ I thought to myself, my jaw clenched as I watched the new butler, Sylvio, scurry about and set things up. Becca and I were currently at the hall where the wedding would be taking place. She’d hired a butler who was no less than a pain in my side.
He favored little underhanded insults he thought would go over my head. “Oh, you’re the groom. Beg my pardon, sir. I just assumed you were the father of the bride,” he’d said. Comments like that drove me nuts.
At the moment, he was setting up some tablecloths and carrying some chairs over while I oversaw that everything would be going well. I leaned against the wall, my eyes narrowed as I observed, annoyed that he did his job well.
Giovani was also here, always one to help out during times like this. “Friend of yours, then?” I asked, my tone a bit tired. Giovani chuckled in response, though it wasn’t a kind one as he looked at the butler through narrowed eyes.
