The wedding was extravagant — warm colors, soft lighting, tasteful everything. After a successful match made through Adore, the two lovebirds were finally getting married, twenty months later. A day to celebrate.

Harry was happy for the groom — his brother. He always would be. Still, he ended up at the singles table, which was nearly empty. Embarrassing, really. Out of everyone in attendance, it seemed there were only two people without dates.

He made his way around the circular table, scanning for the little paper slip with his name. Seats were assigned, of course. He found it, plucked it from the plate, and continued around the table — stopping at the seat next to yours. Without hesitation, he swapped the name cards, discarding the original and placing his in its place.

So much for the careful symmetry of the seating chart. How scandalous.

You didn’t seem to notice.

He cleared his throat gently, angling his body toward you, his right arm resting over the back of the slightly stiff chair.

“You look a little lonely,” he said. “Shouldn’t you be here with a date?”