Welcome to the A to Z Challenge! I am excited to share with you some meet cutes (and maybe some sexy scenes) throughout the month of April! Richard is going to be chiming in with a few of his characters from his Hallmark story, too! Here is the next installment, but stay tuned every day (except Sundays) this month for a short scene! Like and comment, and maybe I’ll continue the more popular stories in May!
– Jayden
“I can’t even spell it,” I muttered as I wrote my information on the wedding invitation. Invitation. Like I had a choice? My mom would kill me if I didn’t go to my brother’s wedding, even if I didn’t really want to.
The invitation spelled out that all of the food at the reception would be pescetarian because my brother’s fiancee doesn’t eat any meat except fish. I don’t actually have a problem with anyone who chooses to be pescetarian. I don’t even have a problem with having the wedding be pescetarian. What I have a problem with is her.
I mailed in my RSVP card and prepared myself for the onslaught of shit I would have to deal with as I got ready for the wedding. Bridal shower, bachelorette party, and on and on. At least she wasn’t asking me to be in the wedding party. I was convinced that my only brother would want me to be a bridesmaid, but I was glad that she left me out of it entirely.
By the time the wedding arrived, I was ready to be done with the whole thing. I wanted nothing more than to just skip it, but I had no choice. I donned my light pink sheath dress and matching heels. Even if I wasn’t happy about the wedding, I was going to look stunning.
The wedding itself was uneventful. I hoped that the open bar at the reception would be more interesting, but I knew that I would have a bunch of people who would ask me about my date, or lack thereof. I was not looking forward to that.
“Peach martini?” I asked the bartender. He slid one across to me a minute later, and I sipped it tentatively. It was delicious.
“Hello, gorgeous,” a voice said as I turned around, carefully watching the edge of my martini glass to make sure I didn’t spill as I went back to my table.
My eyes flitted up to the voice. “Paul?”
“Hey, Patty.”
“I haven’t seen you in…”
“A decade, at least,” he said. Paul and my brother were best friends as kids. I hadn’t thought of him in ages, but I had always had a crush on him as a pre-teen little sister. “You’ve grown up.”
“You, too,” I said.
“Want to get some air?”
“Boy, do I.”
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J R Vincente 