GARRETS POV
I was so f*****g angry.
I should have been training, or catching up on paperwork that Dad had left me. Instead, I was sitting in a boring ass town half an hour from the Pack, in a dress shop with some of Yvon's stupid friends, listening to them gush and giggle. My head felt like it was going to explode.
"Oh my Goddess! That looks amazing on you Yvon! It's the best yet!"
I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. The redhead, I thought her name was Sarah, had said the same thing ten times. And Yvons answer was always the same...
"Hmm... I don't know."
Yup. Right on cue.
Why couldn't she just pick a f*****g dress already? And why did I have to be here? Wasn't the groom not supposed to see the bride before the wedding?
"What do you think Garrett?"
Lazily, my eyes roamed
