I stood there frozen for a second, the string lights suddenly too bright, the laughter from the dance floor too loud. My sister’s perfect day, and here I was in the middle of this mess. “I’m no one,” I said finally, voice flat. “Just someone who thought he was single.”
Lisa crossed her arms, red dress tight like she meant business. “Well, he’s not. Tell her, Daniel.”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking between us. “Lisa, we broke up last month. You said you needed space. I didn’t think—”
“Space?” she cut in, voice rising. “Does that mean you jump on the first girl you set your eyes on? Nice.”
A few more heads turned. A young man near the bar frowned our way. I wanted the ground to swallow me. “I need air,” I muttered, turning on my heel.
I pushed through the crowd, past tables of
