Victor POV
I was waiting for my men to convene for our security briefing before the wedding. I was already partly dressed in a gray tux, white shirt with a pink tie and brown Oxfords. I did not have my gray suit jacket on yet to avoid it getting winkled before the photographers got there. Although I would have preferred a black tux, I knew that Isabella was a fashion designer and probably wanted a lighter color for this time of year.
Shortly after 9 am, Lorenzo entered my office, not looking at me in the eye as he was still a little pissed at me for last night. "Lorenzo, you’re going to have to let this s**t go," I said, exasperated.
Lorenzo spat out in one breath, “Vic, you don’t even understand the amount of time, money and thought I put into your bachelor’s party. I had f*****g “Kas
