Chapter 455: Wedding (2)
Arthur was waiting for her arrival in the Church. After much deliberation, he chose Jordan to be his best man. He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t deny the friendship they shared for almost a decade.
Jordan almost cried when he met him that day and asked him to be his best man. They had a drink together and talked. They found chatting was very easy as if the rift between them never really happened.
"There are only five minutes left the bride’s arrival," Jordan whispered in his ears. He was pretty stunned to see his former boss looking like he has lost himself. As someone who knew him better, he could see Arthur was very nervous.
"Yes," Arthur said with a smile and pressed his lips. He was holding his hands tightly, trying to control his nervousness, but he failed miserably.
His heart pounded like he was falling freely with no bottom at sight and each second seemed like an eternity. He wanted to wait by the entrance to see if she arrives, but he was required to stand in his place.
Shifting his weight from one leg to another, he looked like he was unstable. The television commentators were commenting about the ’nervous groom’, throwing in some casual roasts in their commentary, but that was only for the viewers to enjoy. Arthur was in his own world of worry.
He nervously fiddled with his sapphire cuffs which were gifted to him by his brother for his wedding. His father gifted him a motorbike and he safely kept it in the Sinclair mansion hiding it from Jerome Brunton.
Arthur was wearing a formal tailcoat suit since Iris wanted him to. And his grandpa (he was lectured an entire day by Jerome to start addressing him as ’Grandpa’ and Arthur had to comply), gifted him a brooch that had Arthur’s coat of arms.
He helped him with his tie and gave a bunch of threats in case he mistreats his precious granddaughter. But Arthur wasn’t that scared of the threats. He knew he won’t hurt Iris ever.
"You want to see a picture of her?" Lambert trotted closer to Arthur and whispered in his ears.
"...no," Arthur bowed his head. His entire focus was behind him. He was told not to look back until Talia walks closer to him, but all he wanted to do was just turn back.