Marry Your Best Friend Instead
Language: en
The rehearsal dinner had barely wound down when the groomsmen demanded a game of "Couples' Trivia." The first question was simple: "What is Owen’s go-to drink?" I wrote down: "Espresso, black, no sugar." Before I could hold up my board, Kendall shouted across the lounge, "Vanilla latte—extra sweet, whole milk." She lingered on the word "milk", pitching her voice into a suggestive, lilting tease. The room erupted into howls and knowing laughter. I froze, glancing over at Owen. He didn’t say a word. He just leaned back into the velvet booth, lighting a cigarette, the faint curve of a…