Tristan and Edward were already at the VVIP seats in a high-end pub. They have been friends with Matthew since they were in grade school. He only talked about a lady he met a few years back, but they didn’t think that a day would come when he would be married.
“Do you wanna bet?” Tristan took a sip from his bottle and tapped Edward’s shoulder with his free hand.
“Sure. What’s at stake?” Edward rested his elbows on his lap and rubbed his hands together.
“Aren’t you supposed to know what the bet would be about before asking what you could have?” Tristan chuckled. He took another sip before he put the bottle down on the table. “Do you remember when we attended a conference in San Diego about three years ago?”
Edward furrowed his brows. He looked up at the ceiling as if trying to recall
