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Chapter One

Alfie

Ashburton, England

How did I end up in this bloody wedding?

The suests were arriving steadily now as the clock ticked down to when it would start I’d never been a fan of weddings, but Harry Peterson had asked me to be the best man I couldn’t tell one of my best mates no—even if it had been over two years since the last time I saw him

We kept in touch over the years Harry had traveled to A there for a few years, before coland with Molly Anderson in tow The two had seely in love at the time

And it made all of this shit that much worse

The door to the sreen acres the sh the room followed by Harry Peterson half dressed with his black coat draped over an arm His blond hair was slicked back, but it didn’t hide the fact that his eyes were bloodshot and his skin pale He was still drunk and in a foul ht

“I’m here barely on time no bloody thanks to you,” Harry said, surly “You’re supposed to be et ”

“I told you that I was leaving the pub,” I said and turned back to face the rooet you up on time”

Harry laughed “Right Those blokes can barely make it to work on time I’m damn lucky that my phone went off before the battery died” He s in that back room at the pub”