I really do try to be supportive of my friends and family when certain special events in their lives come up. And when my best friend and coworker Amanda Rollins invites me to attend (and be her right-hand man at) her destination wedding, I don’t hesitate to accept.

But I should have.

Because as soon as I get off of the plane at the Paris airport, I spot an old flame running to meet Amanda and her fiancé by the baggage claim area. Someone I met two years ago and had a one-night-stand with. Who I hate with all my heart — because they walked out on me in the morning without ever saying a singular word to me or leaving a note. Who I still think is the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on, the petty fucker.

“Hey, Rollins,” I greet with a big smile as I pick my best friend up by her waist and squeeze her tightly. I choose to ignore the other person’s existence completely.