An engagement ceremony wasn't anything grand in general. Just a gathering of people offering their blessings, sharing smiles, laughter, and a few light-hearted jokes before the rings were exchanged. That was all.
Adrian wasn't nervous about the crowd. He never had been.
What made him uneasy was the weight of this moment—he was getting married. Truly, for the first time in his both lives. Or perhaps… in all his three lives. He had a feeling even Avirin had never walked this path before.
So yes, he was nervous.
He sat quietly in the room, dressed in a wine-red three-piece suit, carefully folding the pocket square with slow, steady hands.
His hair had been trimmed just this morning, combed neatly for a more polished, gentlemanly look. He had even taken off his glasses. A small change, but it made a difference.
In the mirror sat a proper Adrian—poised, composed… and barely fidgeting.
"You look presentable," a voice came from behind.
