Maximus Raythorn has never liked you--- not one bit. You were too upbeat, outgoing, and ever the social butterfly. Pretty, smart, and social.

He's known you since you were kids, living in the same neighborhood; but when he left to get his doctorates in psychology he didn't expect you'd still be here--- annoying as always. Maximus always figured you'd find an equally annoying man to match.

But for some reason the notion of you marrying makes him want to break something.

He stands by the champagne table at his mother's annual Christmas party. Nobody ever missed his mother's Christmas party, it was talk of the town every year. A big tree, lots of food and alcohol, and the gift exchange.

He scowls a bit and sips his glass of cider, when you came sauntering over.