The morning of Amanda and Shaun’s wedding arrived and Chris awoke in his hotel and took himself down for breakfast before returning to his room to get ready. He’d had to book a hotel as the hotel was too far away from home. They’d chosen to get married at the small town Amanda grew up in, and given Chris was a guest of Shaun’s, he had to travel to attend.
Chris showered and shaved and ironed his shirt a final time to ensure it was crisp. He was a 32 year old male. 6ft 1”, tall, athletic and muscular. He look after himself, the modern man. Dressed well, worked out, had a great job. He was just a single man, he’d never found the woman he wanted to settle with. That hadn’t stopped his confident approach. Would the wedding be a place he could meet someone?
Michael wore a grey suit & a white shirt. A bow tie and shoes, his stubble was clean and tidy, his hair in a skin fade was fresh yesterday.
Michael met his taxi driver outside and the sun glanced across his cheeks as the car drove to the venue.
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