“Oh.”

“What are you wearing tonight?” she asked, her face filled with worry.

“A dress.”

“What kind of dress?”

“A hot one.”

“Ash…”

“Do you have anything I could borrow, actually?”

“Of course.”

“Ok, guys. I would love to stay and get yelled at some more, but I have a dinner date with Chelsea and you have a gala to get ready for,” Aiden said from the archway of the kitchen.

I stood up, walking over to my golden, manicured best friend and gave him a hug—a sincere hug. The kind they give on “Entourage.” Because yeah, I wanted him to be happy. And yeah, I was glad he found someone that made him happy. And yeah, he was my family. So of course I would be at the wedding smiling like an idiot. More importantly, I would be at the Bachelor Party…smiling like an idiot.

“Congratulations,” I said, patting him firmly on the back.

“Thank you.”

I looked over at Spencer, who stood watching like a proud parent as I drowned like the Titanic in Aiden’s orange muscles. We had become a team, she and I. Sort of a weird team, but a team nonetheless. Which is exactly why tonight would be the night I asked the big question.