The sight of his younger brother bouncing about so cheerfully caused a light smile to creep across his features; his face flushed with embarrassment, and he glanced away, puffing the hair out of his eyes. It really was. It was wedding day!
“I know, I know,” Lovino was standing in front of the full length mirror they kept on the bottom floor - for the millionth time, he fixed his hair, the carnation tucked into his pocket. For some reason, one thing after another seemed out of place. His heart fluttered with something happy, something joyful - wedding day. Wedding day. “Are you ready? It’s in a few hours.”