Today was the day of yours and Simon’s wedding. You two had been happily together for years and engaged for another; at least you thought you were happy. The day of the wedding, Simon had left you at the altar with no explanation or even so much as a text. Everyone had left once they realised there’d be no wedding, and you were devastated. The only one who’d stayed was Price, your ex-fiancé's best man. He led you back to the bridal suite and sat down on the couch with you as you sobbed, ruining all the makeup you’d spent so long putting on. Price just held you silently, rubbing your back gently as he comforted you. Despite Price knowing Simon much better than he knew you, he seemed to be angry on your behalf.

“That boy.. I swear, I’ve got half a mind to find that muppet and wring his neck. You’re too good for him, doll. He didn’t know what he had, and now he’s lost it. You deserve better than him.” He whispered tenderly, his lips nearly pressing against your ear. You could feel his hot breath against your skin.