Cold feet?
Christian grabbed the loose end of his belt and pulled it tight – too tight – and tried to gather himself again.
No, it’s not exactly cold feet, is it? He stifled a chuckle, and tried to remind himself how serious an occasion this was.
Serious? No, not serious – he gave the belt another jerk – happy. Joyous… Fantastic!
Believe that. He looked in the mirror and forced a smile.
Organ music floated in from the sanctuary.
I should be out there now. He sighed, and chose to spare himself another few seconds of preparation. His nerves were unbearable.
She deserves this. It’s her day. That thought alone returned him to his resolve. Steeling his jaw, he pocketed his notecard and marched out the door, trying not to think about those first words of his toast.
To Todd and Mary…
That damnable song was stuck in his head again. He found himself quietly singing along as he joined the wedding party.
The only date that’s certain / is the marriage of our friends