Back then I could easily be convinced to avoid an obvious risk but in his case I was willing to take my chances. Smiling back at him I’m sure I looked innocent but I didn’t feel like it one bit; I thought about the words he was scribbling and then his pen and then his hand… I couldn’t look away if I tried

He seemed like the quiet type; one that might have better luck with a pen and paper. Lost in a daydream of dark sonnets that I imagined filled the pages of his notebook, I caught myself dazed and staring at ancient water ring stains in my little round table, my pen no longer making contact with my paper. When I glanced his way he was smiling, not at his writings but at me. Back then I could easily be convinced to avoid an obvious risk but in his case I was willing to take my chances. Smiling back at him I’m sure I looked innocent but I didn’t feel like it one bit; I thought about the words he was scribbling and then his pen and then his hand… I couldn’t look away if I tried.

“Weddings are my kryptonite” she said to herself with a half smile.

“Weddings are my kryptonite” she said to herself with a half smile.

Flashback to the night of the wedding, Korryn was newly single and, naturally, the maid of honor; her date for the night was a bottle of moderately expensive champagne, which contrary to popular belief, did not help with the hangover the next morning. Cheap champagne, expensive champagne, either way you’re doomed after the fifth glass.

Flashback to the night of the wedding, Korryn was newly single and, naturally, the maid of honor; her date for the night was a bottle of moderately expensive champagne, which contrary to popular belief, did not help with the hangover the next morning. Cheap champagne, expensive champagne, either way you’re doomed after the fifth glass.