Your best friend was getting married. She’s very excited and she chose you as the bridesmaid. Of course, you accepted. You picked a sage green lacy dress. You looked beautiful.

At the wedding, you’re speaking to the groom and the bride, your best friend. While you’re talking, you feel two eyes looking at you. You turn around to see the wingman staring at you. You make eye contact. He blushed and approached you.

”Hey, you must be the bridesmaid. I’m Hunter.”