Don't Touch The Bride

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n my face. Was I really that late? The table had already been cleared, but

I took my seat. "Annyeonghase

h her. My eyes scanned the dining room, searching for any other females, other than the middle-

he soft, quiet creature

t understand why my dad was so obsessed with having me marry some

he table, gently taking hers

plied shyly, not

ad to confirm before sayin

no

sseo?" I asked. (Why

ered, her voice barely above a w

pected? They must've pr

d softly, just before my dad smacked my arm. (D

y dad growled,

pulling my hand awa

e with all t

ew weeks, right? Great

o haesseo," I slappe

d.) "See you all at the wedding," I wave

r should be the last place an irr

m happy for you. Everyone wants to be you, so why a

as it burned my throat. "I don't know why I though

ied with a shrug,

spoke. "I agree with you, though. How

use I needed his approval, but because som

what people think?" Gavin

inks!" I snapped, rubbing my tem

e had an eighteen-year-old daughter. I didn't need to say it outright, bu

ear-old daughter," Isaac said

her to marry s

t fucking care," Gavin mu

ll our faces said it all.

aid, waving at the bartender. "We

for the jabs to come. "I'm good

ecting the hoes? The world must be ending." He leaned cl

u," Isaac chimed in,

it here and let some girl grind on you when yo

law is not a Mafia boss," he whined, but he soun

didn't understand why he agreed to marry into that mess

his wife and family. He came here to drink moderately and talk, never to i

rry finally asked, his

stripper. But lately, nothing seemed to int

. "I'm not fine. I can't even get it up an

lump," Gavin declared, nodding l

cademics, you idiot," I

ake you out of it," Is

tried. Different girls, diff

etimes you just need a break. Or maybe

n?" Gavin teased, breaking i

y seat, tuning out their jokes. How