Watching the love of my life walk down the aisle toward me isn't something I had noted down on my bucket list. Things like driving a Lamborghini with 200 mph along some deserted road, joining the mile-high club, and going skydiving are on that list and no mushy, lovey-dovey romance crap.
Yet here I am, stupidly shifting from one foot to the other with a slightly racing heart like some lovesick puppy. My eyes are fixed on the most beautiful woman here today. Fuck, she is the most beautiful woman almost everywhere. And the wedding dress she's wearing along with her gorgeous smile makes her look even more beautiful.
Too bad she's not my bride, but my brother's. So technically, Amy's not walking toward me. It's my brother, Ben, who's the lucky bastard she's directing that sexy smile at. He's the one who gets to hold her, kiss her, fuck her, and I could hate him for it.
But of course, I don't. He's my big brother, and even though we're not getting along too well most times, we've been through some tough shit together, and I can count on him whenever I need him.
The other thing is—when you get attached to something, that always goes along with the fear of losing it. I lost my best friend a few years ago, and that was my lesson not to get attached anymore. So saying that Amy is the love of my life might be a tad exaggerated. I don't do love, but if I did, she'd be the closest to holding my heart.
"Mommy!" a screech tears me out of my gloomy daydreams. My one-year-old niece, Bella, squirms in my arms, stretching her tiny hands out toward Amy.
Yes, they even have a kid and another one on the way, so fat chance that Amy and I are ever going to be any kind of thing. Which means it's time to get over that fucking crush.
"Yes, baby girl," I whisper to Bella, "there's your mommy. But now we have to be quiet. Shh."
Bella giggles as I put my finger on my lips, and she mimics me. I pass her over to my dad, who sits in the front row so I can fulfill my duty as my brother's best man. I somehow endure the wedding ceremony without rolling my eyes too much when Ben and Amy declare their undying love for each other. I manage to hand Ben the wedding bands with a smile, and I even congratulate the newlyweds with a heartfelt hug.
Great, now that this part is done, it's time for alcohol. I grab a champagne flute from one of the waiters' trays and empty it in one gulp. I mingle with the crowd, talk to some people I know here and there, and drink more champagne.
This would actually be a great party, but I can't bring myself to enjoy the festivities. When Ben and Amy cut the wedding cake, I take the opportunity to wash down my piece with more champagne before I sit down at one of the tables to enjoy a little time alone with my drink.
I turn to the voice that called my name, and I smile when Lauren comes up to me. She gives me a margarita glass and clinks it with the one she holds in her other hand. Always happy to have more alcohol, my smile widens as I take a sip. But it falters immediately when I realize the woman in front of me with the sweet and innocent smile wants to poison me. "What the fuck? Lauren! You forgot to put the alcohol in this one."
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