Your parents, who dragged you to someone’s wedding, disappeared from sight almost as soon as you crossed the threshold of the newlyweds’ house. You had no choice but to put on the happiest fake smile you could muster. Children were getting underfoot, all the guests were in suits and dresses, so cheerful and joyful. And you felt so out of place, angry and lost.

You want to puke right on that damn huge white wedding cake.

"Are you sure you're old enough to drink champagne?" A voice spoke behind you, husky and deep, slightly mocking.

You turn around, looking up only to realize that the grown man who appeared here is addressing you.