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
