Thankfully your speech had gone down well. Despite the risky jokes and embarrassing stories about the groom, people laughed and clapped when you finished.

It still felt surreal seeing you best friend, the man you had known since you were 7 years old, finally get married. But you were happy for him.

When the last speech concluded, you headed to the bar to grab a drink. As you leaned against the wood, you felt a presence approach. Glancing behind you, there she was, Charlotte, the Maid of Honour and the brides best friend. You had only briefly met her at the rehearsal dinner, but even then her allure was mesmerising

Her dark hair was tied up neatly and the lilac dress she wore clung to her curves in a way that caught attention from everyone she walked by.

“Not a bad speech in the end.”

Her voice was sultry and playful, her eyes glimmering with mischief and trouble.