The Mismatch

Taylor wasn’t a fan of weddings, and she was the world’s worst bridesmaid. So she had no idea why her friends kept getting married and asking her to be one of their attendants.

Evidently all her school friends had decided their late twenties was the right time to get married. For the past year, she’d been stuck going to at least one wedding a month, and she’d been a bridesmaid far too many times.

And here she was again. Another Saturday evening. Another bridesmaid dress she’d never wear again. Another reception where she’d be expected to smile and have fun.

She wasn’t a good smiler. Everyone knew that. She hated being forced to act happy or social or silly. She loved Serena and had been friends with her since eighth grade, and she thought Keith was great and wished them both a lifetime of happiness.

But that didn’t mean she had to laugh or dance or act like someone other than her antisocial self.

At the moment, she’d accomplished all her necessary bridesmaid duties, so she was having a reprieve in the corner of the reception room, sipping champagne and grumbling over annoying social media posts on her phone. She was enjoying herself as much as was possible in this dress and these shoes when her friend Ariana Kensington came over and flounced down into the chair next to her.

Taylor gave her the side-eye. “What?”

“Why are you over here by yourself?”

“I needed a break. Too much levity for my emotional well-being.”

Ariana giggled. She was pretty and bubbly and loved by everyone—basically the polar opposite of Taylor. It was a miracle the two were friends, but they were and had been all their lives. “Serena is going to think you’re not having fun.”

“Serena knows perfectly well that this is me having fun. I’ve done my best pretending to be friendly. Now I get to be my real, hermit self for a little while.”

“You’re not a hermit. You like people a lot more than you pretend.”

“We’ll have to disagree on that assessment.”

“Someone who really disliked people as you say you do wouldn’t have as many friends as you do.”

“I don’t have that many friends. Just you and Serena and Amanda. Three isn’t a lot.”

“You have more friends than that, and you know it.”

Taylor made a grumbling noise and didn’t respond.

“Anyway,” Ariana continued, “you’ve had your break, so now it’s time to join the party again. Come and sit with me and Amanda and Robert. We’re not dancing or anything.”

“Maybe not, but you’re in the middle of the room. If I go sit there, people will be tempted to talk to me, and that’s what I’m trying to avoid.”

Right out of college, Taylor had earned a master’s in art history but hadn’t been able to find a job in that field, so she’d taken some additional classes in graphic arts and found a position as a graphic designer for a nearby university. The job was mostly work from home, which suited her perfectly. She had to go to campus for bimonthly meetings and the occasional project, but she’d been lucky enough to maintain a lifestyle that worked with her antisocial personality. She also had friends and family who took it in stride and didn’t try to force her to be a person she wasn’t.

Ariana laughed again. “Okay then. Maybe you could help with Charles.”

Taylor glanced over to the far side of the room where she knew Charles was sitting. He was the only person—other than her—who was sitting by himself. He was a couple of years older than them—he’d recently turned thirty—and he wasn’t all that different from the boy who’d found her walking across that wall. He was polite and serious and well-behaved and basically boring. “Why does Charles need help?”

“He’s being antisocial too. He needs someone to talk to.”

“Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“I did. He told me he was perfectly happy and didn’t need a pity companion.”

Taylor snorted in amusement. “See? He knows what he’s talking about, and he’s content as he is. He doesn’t need me to go over and babysit him.”

“But if you go over there, everyone will think you’re suitably occupied, and no one else will come over here to bug you.”

Taylor’s eyebrows lifted. That was a tantalizing offer. She didn’t mind Charles, as boring as he was. He never talked unless he had something to say, and so they could probably sit at the table together and do what they wanted on their own.

“See? It’s a good idea, isn’t it?”

“What’s gotten into you? Why this desire to pair me off with Charles?”

“I’m not trying to pair you off. I just want you to go talk to him.”