Chapter 107. Our Perfect Wedding

Roman’s POV

“They are here,” Damien whispered into my ear, and I instantly whipped my head around so fast I almost dislocated my neck. We were both standing at the altar, waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive.

“It’s happening,” I said, and he squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.

“And it will be fine. Everything will go well,” he said, his voice tinged with conviction.

“I hope so.”

“Let me go get her. I’ll be right back with your wife in a few,” he winked, clapping my shoulder before walking out of the garden.

My eyes met Nana’s elated ones, and she darted me a smile as she gently stroked her chest, as if to calm my racing nerves. “You’ll be fine, figlio,” she mouthed, and I nodded, mirroring her smile.