One Wedding Shoot Two Grooms

Summary

In the eleven years I’d been with Valerie, she had never once thrown me a birthday party.

But on the evening of my twenty-ninth birthday, her private driver dropped me off at the entrance of a lavish banquet hall.

It was a sensory overload of imported orchids and a towering, decadent dessert bar. The vibrant, dopamine-inducing color palette made the entire venue feel like a scene pulled straight from a glossy Manhattan society magazine—expensive, intoxicating, and deeply romantic.