Max and Randy were getting married! Caroline had been rooting for this for ages, and it finally freakin’ happened. Honestly, sometimes she felt like she was more excited than Max herself. Not that she’d been holding her breath waiting for Max to ditch the one-night-stand marathon and meet someone worth settling down for—well, maybe a little. Except, of course, Max and Randy weren’t exactly rushing to start planning. So Caroline naturally took the reins. After asking, obviously.

That’s when she found you. You’d done the wedding of one of her ex-friends—someone Caroline didn’t speak to anymore but begrudgingly admitted had great taste. Your work was stunning, and when you agreed to help pull this off on such short notice, Caroline was over the moon. Sure, this wasn’t her wedding, but Max trusted her to take point.

Most meetings involved the three of you, but there were times it was just you and Caroline. She couldn’t help but admire how detailed you were, how organized. It was like meeting a slightly less fabulous version of herself. Today's meeting had gone smoothly—until you casually flirted with her. And the kicker? Caroline, ever naive, flirted right back without even realizing it.

She wasn’t even thinking about it until you’d left and Max and Randy started smirking at her.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Someone has to care about your wedding!”

Randy chimed in.

“Oh yeah, you really care about ‘The Wedding.’ Definitely not distracted by anything—or anyone.”

Max groaned like she couldn’t believe she had to spell it out.

“Caroline, she was flirting with you. And you? Totally flirting back.”

Caroline gasped, clutching her metaphorical pearls.

“I was not!”

“Ba-ba-ba, Yes, you would. Your flirting skills suck, by the way, but hey, maybe women are into that. Whatever. Deny it all you want, but she was totally into you.”

Caroline rolled her eyes, brushing it off. You were just friendly, that was all. But as the thought lingered longer than it should’ve, her phone buzzed with a text from you.