In the morning light, I stood in front of the grand mirror in my chambers, adjusting the collar of my finely tailored suit. The room was a flurry of activity, with Adrian and Lucas bustling around, ensuring every detail was perfect for my wedding day. Lucas, my best friend and best man, was particularly attentive, yet his expression betrayed a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Dante, are you sure about this?" Lucas asked, handing me a pair of polished cufflinks. His voice was steady, but there was a slight edge to it, reflecting the underlying tension.
I took the cufflinks, fastening them with practiced ease. "What do you mean, Lucas?" I responded, my tone carefully neutral.
Adrian, who was adjusting my bow tie, chimed in. "Yeah, man. You've been through a lot lately. First Elena, now this wedding... It just seems a bit rushed, don't you think?"
