Page 71 of Deadly Misfortunes

“Hey, Damon, it’s Gregory. Can you come to the wedding as one of my groomsmen?”

“I would love to, but won’t Lucy be there as one of Sascha’s bridesmaids?”

“Yep, and she wanted you to escort her to the event.”

Pause.

Gregory suspected that it didn’t go over well.

“Sure, I would love to,” Damon finally said.

“Okay, well, I’m getting hold of all the guys for an impromptu fitting of tuxes at a formalwear shop if you would like to meet us there in an hour. I’ve told Prescott, and he’ll bring his brother. I need to tell my dad and Sascha’s Uncle Jimmy.”

“Sure, that would be great.” Damon sounded relieved that he wasn’t the last one who was being called about it.

“All right. Great. I need to let you go so I can contact them then.”

“See you in an hour.”

Then Gregory called Uncle Jimmy. “Hi, it’s Gregory Landry.”

“The guy who’s marrying my daughter.”

“Yes. I wanted to see if you could come and join me for a tux fitting. I need to tell my dad too.”

“A tux.”

“Yeah. If you already have one, you don’t have to buy a new one.” Gregory knew Sascha’s aunt and uncle were well off, so money wasn’t a problem.

“Sure. Who all will be there?”

Gregory told him who all was coming, and Uncle Jimmy laughed. “Damon too?”

“Sure. We’ve been friends for years, and Lucy was the one who wanted him there.”

“Okay, well, that should be interesting.”

They ended the call, and Gregory got in touch with his dad. “Do you want to meet the rest of the wedding party and me at the formalwear shop on First Street? We’re going to get fitted for tuxes.”

“Yeah. What time?”

“In an hour.”

His dad didn’t answer for a few minutes, and he figured he was looking up his schedule. “Sure. I’ll be there.”

Then Gregory texted Sascha: Damon and everyone else are coming to the tux fitting. I don’t know if they all need or want new tuxes, since they might already have some, but we’ll have drinks afterward.

Sascha texted back: Sounds good. We picked out formal gowns and are having tea and cakes. I’ll see you later.

Gregory glanced at his bodyguard, Nick. “Let’s go.” Since he didn’t have Sascha with him, he figured they would ride in the same vehicle on the way to the shop.

When they got there, he texted Kat: Hey, what is everyone wearing to the wedding? I wondered whether we should try to match or just go with black.

Kat texted back: Black is always nice. The women are wearing pink, orange, blue, purple, and yellow gowns. But black will go with that, and I think better than trying to match what the women are wearing.

He texted: Okay, that sounds good.

He really preferred black. He already had two black tuxes, but styles always changed, and he wanted one just for their wedding that he could also wear to other events, like their New Year’s Eve party.