Angel at the Altar

Rocco

FUCK, why was I so nervous? As I waited for my future wife to walk down the aisle, I did my best not to shove my hands in my pockets or thrust them through my hair. I was fucking wired, and that nervous energy was there for everyone to see.

“She’ll be here,” Derek said into my ear.

I turned to look at my brother-in-law. “I know. I just…” I didn’t know what. I was nervous, not because I didn’