"Eras, you're going to wear a hole in the floor with all your pacing," Demetri remarked, his voice tinged with exasperation as he watched his brother pace for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Forget about wearing a hole, he might end up sweating like a pig at his own wedding," Seb quipped, his tone hushed as he tried to soothe little Innocensa to sleep. His daughter's face scrunched up at the sound of his voice, so he could only whisper as he gently rocked her, his eyes fixed on Eras.
"Is something the matter, Eras? Are you having second thoughts about the marriage?" Ian's question sliced through the air, causing Eras to freeze mid-step. The brothers exchanged alarmed glances, tension crackling between them.
"It's too late for cold feet, Eras!" Gabe whisper-shouted, his eyes wide with urgency. "It's almost time for you to go out and take your place at the altar!"
"I need to talk to Ava," Eras announced, his voice resolute.
