Six months later sitting in the very back row a young man tried desperately to blend in with the crowd around him. His long blonde hair was tied up neatly in a bun on top of his head and he wore a nice shirt and tie in a way not to draw attention to himself. His goal of blending in had been working so far, no one seemed to notice that he didn’t belong at the wedding. No one had questioned him or really spoken to him at all. He noticed a few women glace at him a few times, but no one who mattered noticed him. He was used to women looking. He wasn’t a f**k boy, but he knew women found him physically attractive.
He watched as Coen Blakesley waited for his soon to be bride to walk down the aisle, his brother Rowen by his side. He knew from the intel that a man named Carter had given his fat
