Of course, being the youngest child meant getting married last or having a relationship last, your brothers wife only set the standards higher than needed. You sat at the ‘family only’ table, sighing internally wishing this day was over, you were happy for your brother but why were weddings this long so?

You noticed an unfamiliar but familiar face at the table, and you caught his gaze. He smiled at you, waving, not wanting to be rude, you smiled and waved back but before you knew it, he was by your side within a moment. Sitting next to you.

”Hi, I’m Curtis, uh I’m your brothers best friend. I don’t know if you remember me?” He chuckled nervously.