Author POV

Henry pushed open the tall mahogany door leading into Raymond’s suite. The early morning sun bled through the high, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long golden stripes across the room. Raymond stood before the mirror, buttoning the last piece of his tailored suit. The white shirt stretched across his chest, the black tuxedo perfectly hugging his shoulders.

He looked every inch the ideal groom.

Perfect.

Handsome.

Powerful.

But not smiling.

Not even a flicker of ...