Arec's POV:
I never imagined preparing for a wedding could be this exhausting, or awkward. Every step felt like I was sinking deeper into a tangled mess.
A tailor circled around me, fussing over my tie as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief.
The tuxedo fit perfectly, tailored down to every inch, making me look like the groom I was supposed to be.
But somehow, it felt too tight. Like the fabric was reminding me just how constrained this whole situation was.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath.
"Ridiculous?" The tailor glanced up at me from where he was adjusting my cuffs. "You look sharp, Mr. Weston. Handsome. Ready for the big day."
I forced a smile, nodding slightly, but inside, everything felt... wrong. The big day. The wedding. The fake marriage. It all felt like a performance, and I was the lead actor, playing a role I wasn't prepared for but had to.
