Putting the veil on and making sure his skirt was sitting right, Iestyn took a breath and beheld himself in the mirror. The outfit had taken some expertise from Joey to put together, because finding what he wanted had been nigh on impossible. A lace top here, white trousers there, some genius with scissors and a belt for the skirt, and it had come together. He stepped into his shoes, then he turned to the rest of the room. “I’m ready,” he said firmly, despite his tremor of nerves. Everything had come to this day. He was marrying the man he loved in front of all their family and friends.