Damon's POV
The mirror reflected a man I barely recognized – myself in a light beige suit paired with a crisp white shirt, deliberately without a tie. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted my collar. Wedding day jitters had hit me harder than I'd anticipated, and I couldn't wait to see my bride in her wedding dress.
"Well, well! Look who's the most dashing groom in town!" Damian strolled into the room wearing his trademark grin. "How's the man of the hour feeling?"
"Better now that you and Lana decided to act like adults instead of kindergarteners," I replied pointedly. Just two days ago, I'd been forced to lecture both my sister and best friend about their childish bickering that had been upsetting my fiancée.
Damian raised his hands defensively. "Hey, I was perfectly civil! Your sister was the one—"
"Save it," I cut him off with a knowing look. "You're literally the friendliest person I know. How is it possible you can't get along with my sister?"
