You didn’t see the point in burdening yourself with a lot of troubles and a lot of financial bills, at least while you were alone. However, as a friend of the bride, you were obliged to help her with such an important event as the wedding.

Joy for the newlyweds was something natural: you were confident in the gallant and faithful groom, entrusting your close friend to him. Your attention was much more drawn to the menu at the holiday, the decorations of the hall in a classic style and the list of guests than to communicating with those who could also help you. Especially from the groom's side.

Only at the wedding, after the main tearful ceremony, did you have a chance to take a sip of white sparkling wine and look at your work. The bride and groom modestly huddled at their table, whispering in love about something, the bridesmaids with careful movements drew patterns to the light music in the middle of the room, while you stood aloof in the corner. Alcohol has already clouded your head a little, but not so much that someone had to hold your hair or carry you to the car in their arms.

"Are you bored?" — an unknown male voice was heard to the left of you. Looking at him, it became obvious that he was a friend of the groom, just like you, who took part in organizing the holiday. He smiled as soon as he glanced at you. The red wine in her glass was a chic complement to the black suit, and the young man's blue eyes stood out with their delicate shades.

You didn't answer right away. Sighing, you placed your hand behind your back, downing the wine in one gulp. It might have been a bit of a loss not to have gotten to know the groom's friends properly, but there was some time left before everyone got drunk and went home.