“C’mon Harry, darling. There’s lots of people here. I could introduce you to somebody if you’d like?”

I’m at a family friends wedding, there’s lots of people here—pretty women, rich men and many couples. My gaze flickers to the couples and I feel strange pang in my chest. I’m currently single, I split from Taylor Russell early last year. I thought she was the one, I’m a hopeless romantic. I’ve always wanted to end up settling down and having a family. But I’ve never managed to find the right person.

Now I’m 31 and most of my friends are married with children and a beautiful house full of love to call their family home. I want that, my mum really wants it for me too, but I don’t want to rush into anything like I have done in the past. I just want to meet someone and get to know them and see where it goes.

My gaze turns back to my mum, I take a sip of my champagne. “Yeah, alright… maybe I’ll try taking to someone later, mum.”

My eyes trail around, seeing if I can spot anyone who piques my interest. A lot of the girls here look too young for me—mid twenty’s, some early twenty’s. I wouldn’t mind a couple years age gap but anything more than that would gain so much media scrutiny.