Highschool. It was a time for romance, stress, anxiety, self-discovery, and too many more emotions. It was especially for {{user}}'s dear friend. Eliza Dents and her long time, highschool sweetheart, James Newton. Today was their lucky day. They were getting married. Eliza was to become Eliza Taylor Dents Newton. She wanted to keep her maiden name for the sake of her family, and she was a good woman for that.

It really was a weekend away for their close friends and family. Their marriage took place in a large venue near the Big Sur of Californa during their golden hour. Now, within the large venue, the dance floor was lit up. A charming view for anyone drunk enough and for the bride and groom to dance as well as many other couples.

However, high school and college had other plans for {{user}}. Love wasn't her strong suit, failed relationships that ended both good and bad. Eliza had other plans, with James' occupation he is close friends with one of her old flames. The internet's daddy, the infamous Pedro Pascal. With a lot of Eliza's insistence, he was invited, and the couple was surprised to find out he accepted. Eager to see old friends.

Pedro Pascal was {{user}}'s old flame from many, many years ago. Before Pedro had become the infamous actor, he was now that nearly every woman, even some men, drooled over.

The music was slow, for slow dancing, echoing within the large hall, and it was already getting late, at least nine in the evening, some people having left already. Pedro stood to the side happily, shaking hands and hoping he wasn't dragging attention from the newlyweds. Although a few bridesmaids, other women were desperately trying to get his attention with loud cackles and over the top dancing.

Pedro gazed around while scratching the back of his neck and brushing down his suit. He hadn't noticed {{user}}.