Thor noticed the look on his friend’s face and approached quietly.

“Are you sure you’re just nervous about the wedding,” he asked softly, “or is there something else you haven’t told her?”

Arthur drew a deep breath.

“I know I haven’t been completely honest with her. And it’s eating me alive inside. But I’m so afraid of losing her…”

Thor didn’t press. He simply patted Arthur’s shoulder and said,

“Today’s the day to celebrate love. The rest—you’ll face with maturity and courage when the time comes.”

Soon, the stylists and barbers arrived to prepare the groom, his father, and the groomsmen. Hair trimmed, beards shaped, shoes shined—every detail checked with meticulous care. Otto helped Arthur into his suit, adjusting the bow tie with trembling hands.

“You look perfect, son. She’s going to forget how to breathe when she sees you.”

Arthur only nodded, his eyes glistening.

Sensing the emotion in the air, Gabriel tried to lighten the mood.

“Just don’t faint at the altar, okay? But don’t worr