CHAPTER 37
“Uh…” Byron stuttered, feeling a tint of perspiration spread through his entire body. He’d be lying if he said he was not nervous.
His gaze swept over to the newlyweds who wore excited and very much expectant expressions as pretty much almost everyone else in the room. Then his eyes fell on his mother who held the same expression as everyone but the moment he met his father’s judgy look, he almost peed himself in nervousness. How the hell was he even supposed to think of what to say when the old man was wearing his grim look like he expected his own son to make a fool of himself?
He needed to have a firm grip on himself before he made even more mess. Grabbing his white handkerchief, he made a quick dab on his forehead to wipe off any traces of sweat droplets. Gather
