ASH

"Fuuuuck! Must you place this shit around my neck so tightly?" I ask Night eyes with a frown.

Night eyes rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything except to tighten the tie around my neck like a damn noose. He says I've been acting like a prissy bitch since I woke this morning and realized it's the D-day.

My six trusted men, now my grooms men, are sitting around dressed up in white tuxedos drinking champagne while I'm sweating buckets inside this suit that's more like a straight jacket than any other thing.

"Will you get your feet off my precious table, Moro." I say, tugging on my collar...