…Emile pov…

The wedding party continued through the evening, I leaned over to my mother and whispered, "It's getting late, Mom. I have a date tonight, remember?"

"Oh, of course!" she exclaimed, quickly gathering her things and standing up from her seat. "Let's go say goodbye to Aunt Sally."

We made our way over to where my mother's friend, Aunt Sally, was sitting and said our goodbyes. As we were about to leave, Aunt Sally introduced us to her daughter, the bride, and her husband, the groom. I smiled and said hello, feeling a little nervous in their presence.

"And this is my daughter, Emile," my mother chimed in. "She's...