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“Testing, testing, uno, dos, tres. Can I have your attention por favor?”
He’s loud as hell.
And also: not Spanish.
“A bit more quietly, please. You don’t have to shout,” I instruct through gritted teeth. “Thank you all for coming tonight—I know some of you traveled especially far. We have family of Janelle’s here from Poland.” He pauses so everyone can politely applauded the Polish cousins. “And if there’s anybody here tonight that’s feeling tense, exhausted and queasy at the thought of what lies ahead for Evander and Janelle, it’s probably because you’re already married.”
Everyone laughs.
I smile.
Still got the magic touch…
“My name is Peter Hansen and I’ve known Evander since we were in junior high school together and trust me folks, you don’t know how much I was looking forward to this day. This moment.” I pause so Peter pauses. “After all years I’ve been friends with Evander he has finally admitted that I am in fact the BEST man.”
More laughter.
Peter grins from ear to ear as if the idiot himself had anything to do with the witty words coming out of his mouth.
“When my best friend met Janelle, we were in college; we didn’t think the relationship would last because let’s face it—there were many drunken nights, missed classes, and not many opportunities to be romantic because Evander isn’t a guy who drops his buddies because he’d met the love of his life. Janelle is a one of a kind woman that we all adore.”
Smiles all around the room, especially from the Bride, who sits prettily on her satin draped throne as if she had no idea her grooms Frat boy of a best friend could be so eloquent.
As if she weren’t paying me to be his puppet master.
When Peter teeters a bit and holds the back of his chair for support, her cool demeanor falls along with her grin.
Shit.
“Well folks. I don’t believe in roasting the groom on his special day. Therefore, this speech won’t contain anything embarrassing or controversial about Evander, like ex-girlfriends or embarrassing moments. Instead, I’ll only give my speech about the kind, funny sides of his character—so thank you and goodnight.”
The room erupts into cheers, a few whistles in the back.
Another day, another deposit in the bank.
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat because this is way too easy—I back up a few feet, ready to retreat to the bar for a glass of white wine (compliments of the bride and groom, of course), bumping into a solid pillar.
A warm, solid pillar.
“Well done,” The pillar has a deep voice and speaks in my ear. “You are truly brilliant.”
Startled, I turn.
A man is standing there; one that’s tall, with sandy brown hair, a smooth face, and dimple in his right cheek.
“Are you certain you’re not willing to become my matchmaker?”
Chapter Four
MIRIAM
“Are you certain you’re not willing to become my matchmaker?”
Oh shit.
I may not have met this guy in person but I would know that voice anywhere.
My eyes narrow.
