My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 84

Jacob

"Why are you yawning so much?" Samuel asked, a curious look in his eyes as he glanced at me. The designers were busy checking the fit of his suit.

Even though Evelyn and I were official, it didn't mean I could tell him the truth. If I did, he might forget about his impending wedding and beat me to a pulp, and it dawned on me, I had forgotten to mention – his punches hurt like hell. But, I had a feeling my punches had left their own mark, given that I could see the girl doing his makeup trying to hide the red mark on his jaw.

"Nothing, I just didn't get enough sleep," I shrugged it off with a forced laugh, straightening my own suit.

"You better not be caught yawning in the videos. I don't need a boring shitty groomsman," Samuel warned, scoffing.

God, he and his antics.

"Don't worry, I won't ruin it for you," I rolled my eyes as one of the dressers approached to fix my tie.

A few moments passed in silence, and I noticed Samuel's expression shifting through a spectrum of colors – red, blue, and even a shade of purple. That was how I came to understand his emotions. Was he getting cold feet already? No fucking way!

He turned to me ever so slightly, just before he could open his mouth, I beat him to it.

"Don't start with the 'I'm nervous' act shit because I won't buy it, Samuel."

"Hey, I'm not doing that," he replied, sounding offended. "I told you, I love her and I'd do anything to make her happy. This wedding isn't just for her; it's for both of us. We want this."

"Then why are you giving me that 'I'm about to fuck everything up' look? Look, Samuel, you can't back off. This wedding will take place at any cost."

"First of all, I didn't give you that look. I was just..." He hesitated, and I couldn't quite comprehend his emotions as the hairdresser began fixing his hair and spraying it with some unfamiliar product—don't blame me, I didn't know shit about this stuff, all I knew was my three-in-one body, face and hair wash, "I was...just about to ask you something."

"Ask what?" I cocked an eyebrow, my suspicion growing. Evelyn and I had a plan: if Samuel got cold feet, we'd drag him to the wedding. So, the wedding not taking place was the least of my worries.

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" He blurted out.

Well, I couldn't quite say that I didn't totally see it coming.

I opened my mouth to respond, but he interrupted, "You know, things can go wrong in so many ways. After the wedding, nothing remains the same, and there's a chance it could all go south, right?"