Our Roads Diverge
Language: en
While fixing my bowtie before the engagement banquet, Michelle led in a broke junior. "Martin spilled something. Let him borrow your custom tux," she said flatly. "You're the star anyway; it doesn't matter what you wear." Beside the nervous boy in faded sneakers, my best friend James blocked them. "Are you kidding? Declan went to thirty tailors for that!" Michelle shot me the look. For five years, I caved every time. I pushed James aside, setting down my cufflinks. "Let him wear it." She smiled, caressing my cheek. "I knew you were the bigger person. For our wedding, I'll buy you the most…