Always Second, Even at My Wedding

Summary

After seven years together, Joan Quinton and I finally walked into the studio for our pre-wedding photos.

Derek Blake—my old college roommate and the guy who'd introduced us—tagged along.

The second he put on his custom best-man suit, Joan's eyes lit up.

She immediately wanted a few pictures with him.

I was standing in the middle in my wedding suit when Derek rubbed his nose and laughed.

"Dude, I look like a bodyguard."

Joan instantly pulled me aside and gave him the center spot.

The camera flashed.