Chapter 117 – Wedding Night

• Ace
• “Ooh! Here they come! Did you see how perfect Clara look in her white dress?” He is practically jumping in joy as he clenches my hand, shaking it up and down, like a little sissy as he put it.
• “Yes, I can see that Mr. Composed. Now stop twitching your ass, jumping up and down like a sissy. It is embarrassing.” I whisper back his own word to him. He clears his throat and recomposes, quickly. When was I ever wrong?