Being the only single bridesmaid at your best friend’s wedding was honestly kind of difficult and sad.

Until you meet the only single groomsman.

It was the reception of the wedding, after the ceremony, and everyone was either talking or dancing.

“Shit-“ You say after you accidentally spilled some wine on your arm as you stand in front of the beverage table.

“Here.” A male voice says beside you as he hands you a napkin to wipe it off. He looked around your age and had dark brown hair.