CHAPTER FIVE
ROWAN
How had I gotten invited to seemingly every wedding in the city? For the last five years, I'd attended maybe two weddings, tops. Now, suddenly everyone I knew was signing their life away on the dotted line. And for what? A few tax benefits after you paid tens of thousands for a wedding?
This latest wedding was a cousin's. A second cousin, mind you. The only reason I decided to attend was the promise of an open bar, especially since it was all the way up in San Jose, almost six hours north of Santa Clarita. I couldn't remember if I'd even met this cousin before. Why they'd invited me, I had no idea.
And so here I was, watching another ceremony. The musicians were playing a song from some Disney movie as the bridal party made their way down the petal-strewn aisle.
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