#Chapter 98 Cold Feet

With the problems involving Fabian resolved, I was able to focus on the next big event in my life: Nikolas and Eliza’s wedding. Set to occur that Sunday, it was actually going to be a small event with only a few family members and friends in attendance, but everything had to be perfect. Nikolas and Eliza deserved nothing less. That Saturday, Andrew and I stayed at Eliza’s house in anticipation of the wedding. It was the only way we could be at the beach on time to set up. We would have gotten a motel room, but Eliza insisted that we were family now; it would have been improper for us to stay anywhere else. We arrived at 6 p.m., and Eliza made her famous pot roast for dinner. Eliza made Andrew and me walk Donner before dinner was served, and we took the opportunity for a quick rendezvous at the abandoned cabin where we almost had our first time. When we made it back to Eliza’s house, Nikolas and Eliza were already seated, giving us knowing smirks. “Welcome back, you two,” Nikolas