Aside from her, Vivienne, Craig and her parents, June didn’t invite anyone else to their wedding. She’d told him that she didn’t have family. He’d thought she was just bullshitting him. Craig, the school friend June had told him about, stood quietly at the back. Women openly flirted with him but he never reciprocated. He looked at ease, but the look in his eyes showed he’d rather be anywhere but here. Shit, that made two of them. Henry walked toward Craig. He noticed the man began shuffling his feet. “You have a spot beside June’s parents.” “June told me this was just a small affair. I don’t call this small.” “I agree.” “She’s not going to like it.” “Every woman likes to be the center of attention during their wedding.” “Not June. She hated any kind of attention ever since we stepped in to high school.” For some reason, Henry hated the fact that June’s friend knew more about her than he did. A groom should know more about his bride than her friends, right?
