დ Aidan დ
The tux fit like armor. Perfect on the outside, but it was stifling underneath. Every button fastened, every cuff starched into submission. When I looked in the mirror, I saw someone who could have stepped out of a magazine: crisp, clean, and composed. I barely recognized him. The suite at the Vance estate overflowed with wedding-day orchestration. Groomsmen moved in and out like nervous birds, their laughter too loud, their jokes edged with the panic of men who wanted to be anywhere else. My best man, best friend, and business partner, Ezra, checked his watch every few minutes. And my father’s voice boomed from the hallway, fielding last-minute logistics with Gregory. I knew that Celeste was somewhere downstairs. I pictured her radiant and poised. She probably had a few photogr
