WARNING: mature content
Simon was the one who had volunteered to walk me down the aisle, being the ‘ringmaster’ and all, I had accepted. He had become one of my best friends in just a couple of days, but I could already tell our bond was stronger than other friendships that had been going on for years. So I was happy, feeling him on my arm as we stepped outside, into the sea of people. My father would have fallen face first somewhere down the aisle with me, I'm sure.
“Holy s**t!” I whispered at Simon, digging my nails deep into his tuxedo jacket.
“Relax Lizzie, you’re ruining my prada suit here.” Simon hissed behind his smile. He had been practicing that smile for hours and there was no way in hell that people would remember him as the guy that looked painful, when he walked the new Lu
