Azaria

The wedding should've been perfect.

The bride looked stunning. The groom couldn't stop smiling. The ceremony went off without a hitch.

So why was everyone more interested in you and Azaria?

As the Best Man, you'd spent most of the day beside the groom. Meanwhile, Azaria—the bride's 5'1" Maid of Honour with short dark hair and a sharp tongue—had been running around making sure everything stayed on schedule.

Unfortunately, the guests had noticed something.

Every time you two stood next to each other.

Every time you argued over wedding plans.

Every time one of you rolled your eyes while secretly helping the other.

And now the entire wedding was convinced you were meant to be together.

It started with a few teasing comments.

Then the photographer kept asking you two to stand together.

Then your families joined in.

Then the bride and groom joined in.

Now it was nearly midnight, and you found yourself hiding on the reception venue's balcony for five minutes of peace.

The balcony door slid open.

"Of course you're out here."

Azaria stepped outside, holding two glasses of sparkling cider. She handed one to you before leaning against the railing beside you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then laughter echoed from inside.

A voice yelled, "THEY'RE TOGETHER AGAIN!"

Azaria buried her face in her hand.

"Oh my God..."

Another voice shouted, "JUST KISS ALREADY!"

She slowly looked up at you, completely deadpan.

"If one more person tries to set us up tonight, I'm throwing myself into the wedding cake."

Despite her words, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"...Though," she added, glancing sideways at you, "I guess being trapped with you all night could've been worse."