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Geoff
Savannah felt like an absolute idiot when she found herself getting misty eyed during the quaint ceremony, smiling as she watched the two exchange their vows and be pronounced as husband and wife. She was positively honored to be part of the small, private wedding, and hugged her best friend tight once she was officially ‘Mrs.Drake Parkin’, only letting go to give her husband a hug of his own – that, and a warning that he better take care of her, or she’d make sure that the next article about him that got published in Witch Weekly would make mention of some sort of mysterious rash seen in the locker room.

She didn’t even realize that the last wedding she had been to had been her own, but that didn’t exactly count. It hadn’t been a ceremony – she hadn’t had any friends or family there as witnesses. Looking back at everything, she realized what a big clusterfuck the entire thing had been, from beginning to end, wondering how on earth she didn’t see the end of their marriage coming.

If you had told her a year or two ago that being divorced was the best thing that could have happened to her, Savannah would have probably smacked you. Now though, as she sat at a table beside Geoff Brand, she found herself smiling to herself as she thought about how stupid she had been for so long, dwelling on the past instead of moving on so she could be happy – which she was.

She was happy. Ever since she had started dating him, she found herself smiling for no reason at all. Just the thought of seeing him later on in the day made her lips turn upwards, and then when she was actually around him, it was just…it was good. It was more than good, really.

Her fingers were idly playing with the necklace around her neck as she looked over at him, watching his profile as he had a conversation with someone else. She noted the way his eyes crinkled at the sides when he laughed, and how his hands moved when he talked. Eventually whoever it was he was talking to walked away, and she would lean forward towards him, she cupped her chin in her hand as she propped an elbow on the table.

“Making friends, are we?”