laughed as an attendant rushed forward to help clean up the mess. That’s when my eyes locked with Aiden across the small room in the Dallas Country Club. He was smiling then, though just barely. Only the right side of his mouth was hitched up to let me know he wasn’t taking amusement from my situation, but instead commiserating with me. The private look sent a shiver down my spine.
I don’t quite remember my speech after that. It was a sprinkling of embarrassing and touching stories about my childhood with Jolie playing the role of the perfect (and I mean perfect) big sister, paired with healthy warnings to James about what he was getting into. Like my mother, Jolie can be quite particular. Since she turned thirteen, she’s never gone out in public without a full face of makeup. She’s had her children’s names picked out for as long as I can remember. She wants everything tied up with a ribbon or a bow, a wreath on every door, a flower in every vase. In fact, at the rehearsal dinner, I’m pretty sure she cried, not because of my sweet speech, but because when I spilled the champagne, some of it made its way onto our grandmother’s heirloom linens that were covering the tables that night.
Regardless, whatever my speech was, Aiden topped it.
After I’d finished and we’d toasted to the bride and groom, he stood to take his turn. He picked up his butter knife, made out like he was going to clink it against the side of his champagne flute, then paused as if thinking it over before setting it back down. Everyone laughed, including me. Then—and I’ll never forget this detail for as long as I live—to confirm I was in on the joke with him, he sent me a wink from across the room before turning his attention to his brother.
I fell for Aiden during his speech, which is highly inappropriate given the fact that I had Darren sitting beside me that night. I try not to beat myself up about it though. It’s not all that shocking. Aiden is a journalist (something I didn’t know at the time), so if anyone was going to whip out a hilarious and poignant speech at a rehearsal dinner, it’s him. He told the story of a time he and James went hiking in the woods. Aiden had sprained his ankle climbing out of a ravine and James had to carry him all the way back to their car, but since Aiden is so much taller, James was struggling and ended up falling and twisting his ankle too. They’d hobbled back to the vehicle, cursing the woods and swearing to never go on a hike again. We were all in tears from laughing as we listened to him talk. I think Darren tried to get my attention at one point and I batted his hand away.
Now, it should be said that Aiden and I had very little interaction that entire weekend. Sure, we walked down the aisle together the next day (him looking absolutely soul-crushing in a black tuxedo) and we posed for photos with the rest of our family members, but it’s not like he and I were hitting it off at the punch bowl during the reception. I had to pay some modicum of attention to Darren, and Aiden’s time was monopolized by a whole slew of women. I found myself searching for him in the crowd during the reception, wanting to know what he was doing, who he was talking to. I’d gathered enough intel to know he was a few years older than me and single, but I wanted more.
The wedding coordinator came around after dinner had been served and leaned down to talk to me quietly.
“When Jolie and James finish their first dance, the DJ will ask for guests to join them out on the dance floor. I’d like you and Aiden to lead the way.”
“But—”
I glanced toward Darren, and she followed my gaze.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked my date sweetly.
Darren shook his head adamantly. “Not at all.”
I looked over to Aiden—having already pinpointed his location in the ballroom minutes earlier—and was surprised to find him looking my way. When our eyes locked, he shrugged as if to say, I’m game if you are.
I could barely stomach the rest of my dinner after that.
Dancing!?
Did I even know how?!
“And now let’s bring our newlyweds out onto the dance floor,” the cheesy DJ announced over