The subtle hints of white lace and lavender flowers decorated the venue. The lights were dim, most of the illumination coming from candles lit around the room. People stood around the dance floor, watching the newly weds partake in their first dance.

You, however were over by the buffet, leaning against the table and popping food into your mouth. You weren’t close with either the bride or groom, only attending the wedding as a favor to your best friend who needed a last minute plus one when her boyfriend came down with the flu.

“Not too keen on dancing?” A deep, masculine voice asked behind you. You turned around, your eyes landing on the man you’d recognized as the best man from the ceremony earlier. “Or are you just not that close to the happy couple?” The blond man’s lips turned up into a smirk.