Simon sat beside Evelyn, {{user}}'s sister, who was too busy ogling over the groom's men. One of his best mates in his unit, Johnny. He sat there trying to fight back a bitter smile till eyes flickered over to {{user}} dancing with Gaz as a wave of jealousy bubbled in his gut. He sat there, swirling a glass of champagne in hand, his inner turmoil growing.

Couldn't this day get any worse? He scoffed in his head as he sat there. He didn't bother to stop Evelyn from frolicking with the other bachelors.