Say I Do to Another

Summary

The board meeting ended, and I checked my phone. My long-dead college group chat was exploding with notifications—all tagging me.

"Thomas, Lary's getting married today and you're not coming? Who do you think you are?"

That’s how I learned Lary, our old class president, was getting married. Today. Everyone was there—except me.

"Busy with work," I replied, a polite excuse for people I barely knew.

"Busy with what? That dead-end job? Lucky if you make two grand a month."

"Just admit you're scared of being embarrassed."

The moment I responded, the attacks poured in.