I was sitting at table 19 (the Bride's second cousins and college roommates) sipping a slightly watered down whisky sour when she sauntered over and grabbed my hand. She seemed surprised when her attempt at pulling me up was met with my staying seated.
She gave me a look which, despite only meeting her an hour prior, I could easily decode.
"Come on, it's just a dance!"
"No."
"Oh come on, you want to."
"I truly don't."
She shrugged and danced off, as my uncle slapped my shoulder.
"She could have been the one!"
"She's a dancer. She clearly wasn't."
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