Adonis
Fuck the entire wedding.
I wish they could just get over with it already. This damn tie around my fucking neck felt suffocating, even when I had already yanked it down and popped three buttons of my shirt free. The entire place was dazzlingly pretty, but Freya was fucking around… that was enough to turn everything ugly. I thought that old hag was supposed to be locked up in some psychiatric hospital?
Even as I hung out with the rest of the groomsmen, sipping on expensive champagne and making private jokes about the different 'costumes' some guests had on to pass as clothes, half of my attention was on Cora. Because I had no idea what Freya was here for, fucking lurking around the ballroom suspiciously. If she was here to try to hurt Cora again, I would be the first person to notice any move of hers.