Chel. Mistress of hair dye and bomb sex. Max held back a chuckle that threatened to rise to the surface as he was dragged before the bride.
"The ceremony was very nice. Short and sweet." He held out a hand to shake. "I'm Max." s**t. "Porter." He looked at Diana and sighed softly. "It's very nice to meet you." He wanted to thank Chel for helping his closest friend—his only friend—feel welcome in this place, but now was not the time, especially not in front of her. "I, um, wish you all the best."
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