Now alone in the room, Avery felt the nerves settle in, the anxiety pool in the pit of his stomach like a thousand butterflies were gnawing him from within— tense and uncomfortable. He stared at his empty finger, in a moment a ring would sit here binding him and Sloane together, forever.
His thoughts were getting too loud, drowning him, so he focused his gaze on the mirror, looking for imperfections in his looks to distract him.
