*Brielle’s POV*

I have never done anything so quickly in all of my life. We make it back to my house in record time. I sprint up the stairs, Jonathan hot on my heels, and I blast the water in my bathtub while I sift through my clothes looking for something appropriate to wear to this evening’s event.

I manage to slip into one of the side closets and, low and behold, find a tux that will actually fit Jonathan. I know this guy is a mountain of a man who must have the hardest ...