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I didn\u2019t think. I walked straight to the table, reached down, and calmly took it back. No one stopped me. No one even noticed until I turned for the door. \u201cHey, Adam, where are you going?\u201d a groomsman called out. I didn\u2019t pause. I just looked over my shoulder, held the envelope up, and said, \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I\u2019ll stay out of the frame forever.\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cAdam, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nate\u2019s voice stopped me at the exit. I stood with my hand on the polished brass handle, the other gripping the envelope like an anchor. \u201cCome on, man,\u201d he said, closer now. \u201cDon\u2019t do this. It\u2019s not that deep.\u201d I turned slowly. He stood there in his designer tux, champagne in hand, looking utterly bewildered, as if I<\/i> were the one creating a problem. \u201cNot that deep,\u201d I repeated quietly. \u201cYeah, it\u2019s just the seating, bro,\u201d he said, lowering his voice. \u201cBrianna\u2019s family flew in from, like, Portugal. We had to make room.\u201d A short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. \u201cSo, I get relegated to a folding chair and hope no one asks if I\u2019m the DJ.\u201d<\/b> \u201cDude, don\u2019t be dramatic. Are you<\/p>\n
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