Lana’s P.O.V.
Once downstairs, I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut. The pack house's living room had been transformed into a scene that could have come straight out of a romantic movie. There were candles lit everywhere! I couldn’t hold back my smile, looking at everything that my new, but still very close friends, had done, all for Jamie and me to have this night. And when my eyes searched, they found him almost instantly, grinning at me as if the world was right at his feet. My sweet Jamie. My man.
He wasn’t wearing a suit, but a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt. The upper button was loose and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. And still, he looked like a million bucks to me. This was what we had wanted, nothing fancy, nothing over the top, just us. Just like we were and
