Shoes discarded and the cuffs of my suit pants rolled up over my shins, I sat near the water's edge, letting the waves lap up over my bare feet.
I had a glass of sparkling cider, which was fucking ridiculous and I would've given my left arm for a glass of champagne, but I couldn't exactly blame them for wanting a dry wedding. It was easier than David's wedding, the regret and loss I'd felt coming on unexpectedly as I'd sat watching the ceremony. I could just be happy for Marcus and Dan, and I could enjoy the first real, official date with my fucking boyfriend.
Speaking of, I twisted around to look back at the small group of wedding guests, smirking when I caught him over there talking with Marcus. I lifted a hand in a faint wave, and then turned my attention back to the water.
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I had a glass of sparkling cider, which was fucking ridiculous and I would've given my left arm for a glass of champagne, but I couldn't exactly blame them for wanting a dry wedding. It was easier than David's wedding, the regret and loss I'd felt coming on unexpectedly as I'd sat watching the ceremony. I could just be happy for Marcus and Dan, and I could enjoy the first real, official date with my fucking boyfriend.
Speaking of, I twisted around to look back at the small group of wedding guests, smirking when I caught him over there talking with Marcus. I lifted a hand in a faint wave, and then turned my attention back to the water.