Ethan's p.o.v

As I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what felt like the umpteenth time, Jane sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Hey, handsome," she cooed, nuzzling her head into my shoulder. "Are you almost ready to go?"

I sighed inwardly. I was ready; I'd been ready for the past one hour while Jane was still fussing over her hair.

She had seen the invitation letter Nathan gave me the other time and she insisted she will also be attending with me even though I wish she wouldn't.

"Just finishing up," I replied, forcing a smile as I glanced at her...