Paul’s POV.

“She here yet?” Mo asks me once more.

“Stop yanking on your tie,” I chastise him under my breath.

I had lost count of the number of times he had pulled at the damned thing since we had left the tuxedo shop. Mo opted for the tie and not the bowtie, stating that it made him look taller, but he had tied it too tight and had been suffering ever since.

“I’m nervous,” he grumbles under ...