1| This Is Not a Normal Wedding.
Weddings are usually full of people.
This one isn't.
No cake-cutting. No uncle with a camera. No drunk cousin asking how they all met.
Just three people. Standing awkwardly in a living room too expensive for its furniture, surrounded by flowers Tara arranged herself, and vows printed off a phone because Nyla forgot to bring paper. Again.
And me? I'm the one telling you this story.
Hi. I'm the narrator. I'll be poking my head in from time to time, just to make sure you don't get lost in the moaning later.
Now, before we get to the part where they all kiss like it's a movie and stumble off toward an aggressively soft mattress, let me introduce our three lovers.
See the guy in the middle?
Black tailored suit. Jacket somewhere offscreen. White shirt just barely unbuttoned, like he's allergic to effort. He looks like he just walked out of a noir film and into a philosophy class he forgot he was enrolled in.
That's Arin.
Tall, lazy, rich. Think: the hot guy who never speaks in your econ class but always shows up on exam day and still gets an A. Emotionally repressed but weirdly sweet when no one's looking.
Now look left.
That's Nyla.
She's in a deep emerald gown-backless, thigh slit, long sleeves, and probably wearing nothing underneath. Hair up, loose strands everywhere, like she wrestled someone on the way here.
Sharp tongue. Wicked smile. Smells like cinnamon and danger. Will ruin your credit score and call it foreplay. Definitely the one who initiates the group chats-and then leaves them on read.
And on the right?
That's Tara.
Soft ivory gown with lace sleeves. No veil, just a single jasmine tucked behind her ear. She's adjusting the hem like it offended her somehow.
Soft. Smart. Looks like she'd say "sorry" if you stepped on her foot. But her eyes? Yeah. That girl's writing erotic poetry in her head at all times and none of us are safe.
Anyway, they're getting married. All three of them. Right now.
And if you're thinking: This feels weird.
Yeah. Me too. But this is where we are. And trust me-it's going to get a lot weirder.
Wanna know how we got here? Yeah. Me too.
Let's rewind.
original work|TEAM ELEVEN
