Zyan
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He watched as Ava paced from wall to wall in front of him, her bouquet clutched so tightly he was afraid the stems were about to snap. Behind her, Joe, Sheila, and Sebastian followed her with their gazes. They looked not as worried as expected.
Zyan looked through the doorway and past the altar to where Carter stood in a similar position. The hallways they were in were mirror copies of each other. They'd chosen the venue to allow Jessica and Ava to walk in through the sides at the same time and meet at the altar. It was a break from tradition they'd both pushed for.
A few seconds passed before Carter looked up and met Zyan's eyes. He inclined his head in silent question—'How is she?'
Zyan raised his hand and moved it in the universal gesture for 'so-so' and mouthed an over-enunciated 'nervous.'
Carter nodded and mouthed a 'her too'
Zyan smiled and found it returned before Carter waved goodbye and stepped further down the hallway and out of sight. When Zyan looked back at Ava, he found her watching him.
"Were you just talking to Carter?" she pressed.
"Kind of, yes."
"How's Jessie? Did he tell you? Is she okay?"
"She's perfectly fine," Zyan reassured her quickly. "Just a little nervous, like you."
"Why? Why is she nervous? Does she wanna delay the wedding? Or call it off completely?"
"Of course not! She just can't wait to be married to you."
Ava nodded. "Me, neither. I can't wait! I'm gonna have a wife soon, Zyan!"
"I know." Zyan glanced back at the altar. "And it's gonna happen sooner than you think." He looked back at Ava. "They're all ready."
"Oh god."