My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 51 Pre-wedding Jitters

Evelyn

The music enveloped us, a cacophony of sound as people bustled about, dancing, and indulging in the evening's drinks. I must admit, my dad had an extraordinary circle of acquaintances, though some might argue they were closer to being outright lunatics. The guest list for the wedding seemed to be expanding by the day, partly due to Clara and me.

However, my current concern wasn't the growing number of guests; it was my dad, who appeared to be drowning in a sea of distress.

A damsel in distress-what's the male version of that? I couldn't say for sure, but I could Google it later.

"I can't believe you're nervous," I said, pretending to be disappointed. "This isn't your first time tying the knot."

"Hey, just because I've been married once before doesn't mean I have no right to feel nervous now. Stop giving me that look!" He downed another shot of tequila. "I might be getting married for the second time, but it's still marriage. The feeling remains the same."

"So what? Are you going to get cold feet, and I'll have to snap you out of it?" Jacob raised an eyebrow, leaning against the bar. His judgmental stare and incredulous expression made it clear that he found the idea ridiculous, "I'm not buying your reasons. You better show up at the venue."

"Of course, I'll show up. I love her, and I haven't come all this way for nothing. I want to spend my life with her," he spoke up, his eyes darting between us, his expression a mixture of determination and the jitters. He stood there, in the midst of it all, with me and Jacob on each side, downing liquors as if he were a character in a movie-a typical cliché of a nervous groom, "I'm just afraid that things might take a nosedive after the wedding. You see, right now, Clara and I are perfect. Absolutely flawless. Yes, we have our disagreements, but we always make up. But what if that changes after marriage? What if we drift apart, and things go downhill?" His words softened my gaze.

I knew exactly what he was getting at-he feared another failed marriage. How could he not, after the heartbreak of the first one?

Jacob and I exchanged glances before I spoke, "Dad, nothing is going to go wrong. Trust me. I understand your nerves, but you have to understand that you and Clara found each other in the darkest of times. From here on out, everything will only get brighter. She loves you, flaws and all, and I know you feel the same way. So, why worry when you're ready to weather any storm together?"

Dad blinked twice upon hearing me as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. As expected, he responded with his usual touch of nonsense.

"When did you become so sensible?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

There he went, steering the conversation in a completely different direction. I can't believe him!

Jacob burst into laughter but quickly stifled it, pursing his lips and turning his gaze away. No doubt, he and I would have a conversation about this later.

my heart out here, and that's your response?" I said, my jaw

sorry," he shrugged, unruffled. "It's just the first thing that popped into my head

serious. We're

"But no matter what you guys say, I still have doubts about this marriage. I mean, Clara and I could stay like this, happy and uncomplicated. That way, things wouldn't go wrong... again,"

moved on; she's not letting

I don't

that's no secret, but that's not what I was

respond, Jacob stepped in. "Hey,

who continued, "Just answer this one question: Do you love her or

even a question to

you

is he up

I do, man. I love her more than I've ever loved

know she wants this marriage, right? You know it would make her happier to have a ring on her finger and be by your side rather

my dad's lips, and his gaze softened as he looked at Clara, who was engaged in conversation with some guests in the distance. She caught his eye and flashed

melting my heart. If this conversation didn't convince him, I'd

the one you love?"

seconds before a smile finally broke on his face, "You

happy and go for it, buddy. The mistakes of the past can't be undone. You and Danica were young, naive, and still figuring yourselves out. Mistakes often happen at that age, but now you know who you are, Samuel. I'm sure she brings out the best in you, and you should do the same for her. So, let go of your

does," Dad chuckled.

here? Just go!"

going," Dad said, getting off the stool and quickly downing the shot. "But you, I don't want even a drop of alcohol in your system. You are not allowed

Dad. Instead, a smile found

I watched as he approached her and whispered something into

God, they were adorable!