Ethan’s POV

Marcus was so filled with regret and anger that it felt like his chest was about to suffocate him.

He kept smoothing his suit jacket with one hand, his eyes darting between Katelyn, Jimson, and the crowd that pressed in from every side.

Scarlett hovered close to him, silent for once. Derek stood behind them, arms crossed.

But thinking of the occasion today, Marcus could only hold it in. He forced his face into a careful, pleasant smile.

He looked tensed, but he covered it up ...