Pre-wedding Jitters

Evelyn The music enveloped us, a cacophony of sound as people bustled about, dancing, and indulging in the evening's drinks. I must admit, my dad had an extraordinary circle of acquaintances, though some might argue they were closer to being outright lunatics. The guest list for the wedding seemed to be expanding by the day, partly due to Clara and me. However, my current concern wasn't the growing number of guests; it was my dad, who appeared to be drowning in a sea of distress. A damsel in distress—what's the male version of that? I couldn't say for sure, but I could Google it later. "I can't believe you're nervous," I said, pretending to be disappointed. "This isn't your first time tying the knot." "Hey, just because I've been married once before doesn't mean I have no right to feel nervous now. Stop giving me that look!" He downed another shot of tequila. "I might be getting married for the second time, but it's still marriage. The feeling remains the same." "So what? Are you going