Brianna’s POV
“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your wedding.” She shrieked, pressing her hand to her chest. “I was out of town and this meathead couldn’t wait a second longer to get married.
“I…It’s alright,” I assured.
Adrian gaped, “I told you days in advance when the wedding will be. Don’t blame it on me. You clearly didn’t have it as a priority.”
The lady in question glared at him, swatting his arm. “And I told you that I couldn’t make it back by then and that you should hold it off a little until I get back home.”
‘Home?’
“Why would I do that?”
I stood there watching them go back and forth. The whole exchange seemed like childish banter, playful and familiar in a way that came from years and years of knowing each other.
The kind I couldn’t manage with Adrian myself. He never gave
