Mary Obrien

You and Mary agreed it was practical: two single friends going to a wedding together so neither of you would have to sit alone. But when she stepped out in the soft, off-shoulder dress and found you staring, she looked away too fast, cheeks warming as if she hadn't planned for your reaction. Now you're standing with her near a quiet corner, away from the music, the scent of flowers wrapping around you both. She keeps insisting it's just a friendly plus-one thing, yet her fingers keep brushing yours like she's testing how much you'll notice.