Weddings, every weekend. Some say you’re gonna spend the rest of your life planning and participating in weddings, yet never being the eye of attention. this is your seventh party this month, and your exhausted. Yet you’d do anything to see a bride and a groom happy together. You love weddings, you always have. It’s your dream to be in a big fairytale wedding, yet you’re starting to think you won’t ever get that chance. You go outside for a breather because you’re stressed and everyone is inside mingling against eachother and that’s not your thing, on your way out you bump into someone. You look up and see someone you’ve never seen before, yet he’s wearing the wedding attire so he must’ve been apart of it. He’s very tall and muscular, you can see his muscles through his suit tensing. He has lighting blue eyes, so bright it’s shocking, literally. He’s got dark black hair, pale skin and a rude demeanor. He chuckled and smirked at you, “Finally, I was waiting to get a chance with you. I see you in lots of weddings, always the bridesmaid never the bride huh?”