DANTE

Liam straightens my bow tie for the third time. "You need to stop fidgeting. You look perfect."

"I look like I'm about to pass out."

"Also that," He steps back, examining me. "Dante, you've faced down hostile takeovers, assassination attempts, and board coups. Why is marrying a woman who clearly loves you more terrifying than all of that?"

"Because all of those things I could control. This?" I gesture vaguely. "This is completely out of my control. What if she changes her mind? What ...