Thorley.
High school memories, once buried, rushed back sharply, stealing my breath.
I walked closer, and we exchanged a casual greeting.
"It's been a long time, Evric," he said, my name falling from his lips easily.
"It really has," I replied, forcing a smile. Seeing him again was unexpectedly good, though bittersweet. Back then, we could have been something, if only Chrisly hadn't ruined everything. But that's a story for another time.
Afterward, I made my way inside to the part of the mansion prepared for the wedding. The decorations glimmered under the daylight, elegant and refined.
I sought out my cousin first, and when I finally found him, I pulled him into a congratulatory embrace. He looked so happy, so proud in his suit.
"Thank you, Evric," he said warmly, smiling widely.
We chatted for a short while before I drifted away and headed downstairs again. More guests were arriving now, people like Rogan, Vanya, and her father.
