Evans blocked his path, grinning. "Absolutely not. You aren't seeing him until he walks down that aisle. That's the magic of today, brother. Be patient."
Evric let out a frustrated but giddy sigh, his face breaking into a radiant smile. "I can't wait. I honestly can't wait."
The room erupted in laughter at his impatience. The lighthearted moment was interrupted by a firm knock. The door opened, and their father stepped inside.
His presence was commanding, yet his eyes held a softness rarely seen by the public. Sensing the importance of the moment, the siblings and the stylists quietly excused themselves, leaving father and son alone in the golden morning light.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
He walked closer, his gaze sweeping over Evric, taking in the perfectly tailored suit, the sharp line of his son's jaw, and the nervous energy radiating off him.
