The man was Adrian Whitmore.
He was the son of one of my father's closest friends.
He had pursued me in college, but after I turned him down, he went abroad.
He had returned 6 months earlier.
At a family dinner at my house once, my mother had joked, "Adrian, are you still single?"
He looked up at me and smiled.
"If Willa's fourth wedding falls through, you can consider me."
Everyone had laughed at the time.
But he had been looking at me with complete seriousness.
I had thought it was only a joke.
I never expected him to actually come.
There was still sweat on his forehead.
And he came with a ring.
Julian's expression changed completely.
He rushed over and stepped in front of me.
"Adrian? What are you doing here?"
Adrian didn't look at him.
He only looked at me.
"Do you wa
