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Tristan straightened his silver tie and took his place beside Clayton. As he studied Kat’s father, Tristan had to admit the American cleaned up nicely. They both wore matching black tuxedos with silver waistcoats.
My stepfather. Tristan tried it out in his head. It didn’t sound…terrible. The man was a nice fellow after all, and his mother adored him, which was what mattered most. Kat’s father shifted restlessly and glanced at Tristan.
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” Clayton laughed.
“You’ll do fine,” Tristan assured him, but he too felt an odd stirring of nerves inside, as if he were the one getting married, not Clayton.
Kat’s father nodded as though to steady his resolve. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
This marriage was going to be a good thing for both Cla
