Levi's POV

I leave Hailey for a moment to grab her a cup of apple juice from the buffet, but a hand claps down on my shoulder, halting me.

I follow the hand up to find Elliot grinning at me.

"Lev," he says, pulling back. "We haven’t talked since you got here. What's up with you?"

A stab of guilt hits me. He’s the groom—he should be basking in attention, not chasing me down. I should’ve swallowed my pride and congratulated him first.

I sigh, resisting the urge to rub the back of my neck. "Not much," I reply. "Congratulations, man. I should’ve said it earlier."

He waves it off....