People nodded along, gave me advice to “be simpler,” and someone even said I should “go to church more often.” And when it was time to toss the bouquet, my sister theatrically threw it in the opposite direction, as if by accident, then announced to the entire hall:

— Looks like my sister will have to wait a little longer.

I was already checking the time, mentally planning my escape through the kitchen, when I heard a calm, low, confident male voice behind me:

— Play along. Pretend you came here with me. I promise you — your sister will regret every word.