The morning of the wedding had finally arrived. Roman stood in front of the tall mirror, dressed in his new suit bought specifically for this day. The dark green three-piece suit hugged his frame perfectly, while the white dress shirt contrasted beautifully against the deep color of the suit and his tan skin.
He adjusted his bowtie, making sure it was perfectly straight, and smoothed out any wrinkles on his suit. Part of him wanted to get it over and done with. If he had been given half the chance, he might have turned up at the chapel in jeans, leather, and boots. But as his mother said, if he was doing this, then he was doing it right.
For six days, he had purposely stayed away from Becky. And it had nothing to do with avoiding bad luck. He just opted to keep his distance and enjoy th
