I used to love so much. It's been seven years since I last saw him, but

h

body is even bigger now, more muscular and toned. I can tell even with all the layers of his suit covering it. His chiseled jawline is

hat situation, I was definitely not in the mood to notice how handsome he was in one. His dark hair is a bit long

t is, his d

one man be

gotten more han

pt anyone else watching, and that's when I notice it-the woman coming

eone. A woman. To m

e me, even though I have no id

e thoughtful than to bring a date to

rought someone else. It's been seven years, after all. I shouldn't be m

to divert my attention back to the

ll he also spotted his friend walking in. And he also noticed my reaction. I really hope I didn't make it too obvio

bit of champag

ld Alice's bouquet, but I don't dare make a move. I almost let out a sigh of relief when we're finally allowed to walk out of the c

someone who usually drowns herself in alcoh

ber. Not if it means I might have to talk to Spe

,

d it to me if his best friend-my ex-boyfriend-had go

hing he would do. But again, what do I know about him? I

y I'm influenced by his presence. In the end, I've ended up doi

ks toward me. I'm leaning against Dad's truck, waiting for them t

idn't I?" I mumbl

st be really hard for you," she say

e." Lauren shows up, the frown on her face warming my heart. I

ed by him bringing a date to my brother's wedding." I'm trying to convinc

e more considerate," s

forcing me to look at her. "Tonight is about your brother and your family. Screw Spencer

means a lot to me that you're all so supportiv

I've just said is utter nonsense. "You're not being a bitch abo

erfly in the family-alongside Chad-but it still impresses me when she has these moments of w

the first thing I do when I walk inside is grab a glass of champagne. The ranch is starting to get filled with people quickly, so I t

arty. The music also helps a lot, and I dance until my feet start to hurt. At this point, I'

since the music is really loud and Lauren, Poppy, and a

ing at me but tilting her hea

bathroom!" I yell

you?" She turns to face me, her brow

her with my hands. "Of cou

ed with glasses of champagne. I ponder grabbing another one, but my bladder is

hair is a little sweaty and messy, not to mention that the hairstyle I put together for the ceremony is far gone by now. My makeup was worth every pen

ashing my face with cold water, but that'd ruin my makeup for good, and I'm not ready to go to bed yet. So,

e back door into the kitchen, I encounter the o

er Ba