My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 84 Before The Aisle

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."

and I'd do anything to make her happy. This wedding isn't just for her; it's for both of

why are you giving me that 'I'm about to fuck everything up' look? Look, Samuel, you can't

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

an eyebrow, my suspicion growing. Evelyn and I had a plan: if Samuel got cold feet, we'd drag him to the

I couldn't quite say that I didn't totally see

wrong in so many ways. After the wedding, nothing remains the same, and

he and Danica had been

and put my arm around his shoulder,

I

you before,

all that shit, but your situation with Clara is different. She knows you for who you truly are, and you're no longer that same college guy. You're in the best place

course, I have," he said with determination. "You know I'd give her

know you love

have arguments, you might even have catfights, or at times, you might hate each other's faces for a while. But all of that is part of the wonderful

few moments, and then he let out a sigh. "If anything goes wrong, I swear to God

that. But first, get ready to stand there on the stage. Your

lips. "You know what? I know you can be a jerk, a shithole at times, but you're a good friend

please," I replied, snapping my fingers, taking pride, "It's all the