“Fuck,” Everett said with a laugh as everybody cheered.
“Better you than me,” the younger man said before he rushed off to where his mom stood. The kid’s mom glared at me, and I looked down at the frilly white thing and just shook my head.
“Well, shit,” I grumbled.
“Oh, look at you, you’re the next to be wed. I’m so proud,” Everett teased as he wiped away a fake tear.
Everybody started congratulating me, and there were a few curious looks, probably wondering where the hell I had come from. I was supposed to be lowkey for this wedding, and here I was catching the fucking garter.
We moved out of the way as the bride came back, tossing bouquet in hand. “Okay single ladies, let’s see who’s going to get a ring on it!”
I held back a groan at the cheesy joke and watched as a few dozen women all lined up, jokingly ready to fight for the bouquet.
My gaze caught the eyes of one woman as she stood off to the side, earbud in her ear as she looked around at the others. This had to be the wedding planner, the woman that I had seen before and nearly swallowed my tongue over.
“You’re drooling,” Everett whispered.
“She’s hot. Can’t help it.”
“And she’s not for you. Remember? We said no dating.”
“When did we say that?” I asked as I shook my head.
“You’re gone, just like that, one look, and you’re gone.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I watched as the bride tossed the bouquet, but she sort of twisted her body as she did so, laughing and probably a little bit drunk. The bouquet flew over the heads of the rest of the party and slammed into the wedding planner’s face. She caught the bouquet, her eyes wide, and looked beyond mortified.
“Oh my God, I love it!” the bride screamed. “I knew the tea leaves said this. I knew it! Now, where’s our garter man. We have to see the dance!”
I met the gaze of the wedding planner, and then I looked down at my garter and then back up again.
“Well shit.”