Today is the day of my friend’s wedding. Unfortunately, I only know about three people among many, and I’m socially awkward as hell. I carpooled with a friend, and when we got there a giant gate greeted us. It drew open and we rolled in. The house was huge. The grass was thick, and a healthy green. Everything was in its right place. You could practically smell the money. We mingled a little, said our hellos, then the ceremony began. The after party went about how I expected. In a sea of people, I was in the outskirts trying not be awkward watching them. The sound of wine glasses and voices could have been a symphony the way it flowed and echoed throughout the yard.
I sat down on a decorative bench and sipped at my drink. A woman was in conversation with a group and kept looking at me from the side. I felt nervous. I thought I should look in a different direction, but I was curious for some reason. I couldn’t make out who she was exactly because of the crowd, but I could see the head turn.