The music started low, soft strings and light piano. The guests turned their heads toward the side entrance near the altar.
Ty was the first to walk out. His posture was straight, his expression focused. He didn't look around. Just took his place at the front, second from the end.
Ash followed behind. No sunglasses this time, just a clean black suit and his usual calm. He nodded once at a few people in the crowd but kept it subtle.
Then came Joey. He walked slower, controlled. A short glance at the seated guests, then straight ahead. He stepped into position as the best man, right side of the altar, first spot.
There was a pause.
Then Damon appeared.
He wasn't escorted. No dramatic change in the music. Just a quiet shift of attention as he walked out beside the officiant.
His steps were steady, measured. His suit was tailored tight to his frame, the boutonnière pinned exactly as Joey had insisted earlier.
He kept his hands together in front of him, not clenched, but firm.