"Which one?" Matt replied with a laugh.
                          
"Can't breathe." I huffed out dramatically causing Andrea to release me, "Guys, this is Oliver Williams, my fiancé. Oliver this is my mom, Leigh, and her husband John, the very excitable red head is my best friend Andrea, that's her husband Matt and their little boy Finn, and that's Dylan, a friend of mine."
                          
    I had nearly chocked on the word friend when introducing Dylan, but I had refused to let our announcement be ruined by his appearance. 
                          
"Congratulations y'all." Matt said.
                          
"Welcome to the family Oliver." Mom said beaming. 
                          
"This calls for a celebratory dinner. How about it guys? My treat." John declared. 
                          
"Oh y'all don't have to do that." I said blushing. 
                          
"Oh yes we do. I want details. We need to discuss wedding plans." Andrea declared as she shuffled everyone outside. 
                          
    Twenty minutes later everyone was seated around tables eating free rolls.
                          
"So have you two set a date?" Andrea asked. 
                          
"Sort of. We were hoping to tie the knot while we're over here dealing with the sale of the house. We were wanting to do something super small just you guys out at the river camp. I want the guys there for this." I replied as I swiped at a tear. 
                          
"I think that would be lovely darling. I know the boys are both smiling ear to ear right now. Give me a date and I'll get Pastor Chris to officiate." Mom said as she wiped at her own tears. 
                          
"Not this weekend, but next?" I asked. 
                          
"Consider it done. I'll get in touch with the company who handles our company parties. They'll get food and decorations. Oh and a tent and chairs." Andrea announced. 
                          
"What about your family?" Matt asked addressing Oliver.
                          
"They're going to fly in next week in time for the wedding. Trust me when I say none of them are going to miss the opportunity to see someone tied me down." Oliver replied with a laugh. 
                          
"Ollie has been a career bachelor much to his grandmother's dismay." I supplied.
                          
"What do you do for work Oliver?" Matt asked assuming the role of my dad I suppose.
                          
"I am a surf instructor. That's how we met actually." Oliver replied. 
                          
"That's so cool. So can I get free lessons when we come to visit for Christmas?" Andrea asked.
                          
"Of course." Oliver replied shooting her his megawatt smile.
                          
"Oliver is being modest. He's not just a surf instructor. He is a professional surfer. He won the Rip Curl Pro in Victoria last year. He's a pretty big deal." I declared smiling at him with pride.
                          
"Holy shit dude. That's impressive." Matt commented. 
                          
"Exactly how old are you?" Dylan asked, speaking for the first time since we had arrived. 
                          
"Dylan." Matt warned.
                          
"I'm twenty-five." Oliver replied oblivious to the building tension.
                          
"Robbing the cradle aren't we Arden?" Dylan shot at me. 
                          
"Dylan!" Andrea all but snarled. 
                          
"What I'm just pointing out the obvious. You can't tell me none of the rest of you were thinking it. She's nearly ten years older than him, which I guess explains the new look." He replied in a cold tone.
                          
"Dylan, I think it's time that you left." My mother spoke up.
                          
"My pleasure." He replied before standing up and tossing twenty dollars down on the table.
                          
"What's his deal?" Oliver asked after Dylan had made his exit.
                          
"He's an asshole." Andrea declared. 
                          
"Why was he even here?" I demanded turning my gaze towards Matt. 
                          
"Uh, well, I don't think now is the best time to discuss that. We can talk later." He said with a pleading look in his eyes.
                          
"Fine. This discussion is tabled for the moment, but we are not done." I replied. 
                          
"Understood. Thank you Arden." Matt said. 
                          
    The rest of dinner passed uneventfully. After dinner, I cornered Matt outside of the restrooms. 
                          
"Why was he here Matthew?" I ground out.
                          
"He was planning to plead his case." He said on a sigh.
                          
"Huh?" Was all I could say.
                          
"He was finally ready to get his shit together and beg you to stay. With him." Matt explained. 
                          
"About two years too late. He chose to leave not me Matt." I argued.
                          
"I know Ards. I told him it was a long shot. I told him that he didn't deserve you, but I couldn't refuse to let him come. He's still my friend, and the dumbass really does love you. He's just not very good at showing it." Matt said sounding defeated.
                          
"So what? You think I should just walk away from Oliver and run into Dylan's arms until he decides to ditch me again?" I grit out.
                          
"No I don't. If you love Oliver, then I think that you should marry him. I love Dylan, but I don't think he's capable of being the kind of man you deserve. He's my best friend, but you're like my sister. You've suffered enough for ten life times. If you can find some happiness, I want you to grab hold of it and never let go. I love you Ards." Matt said before he hugged me.
                          
"I love you too Matty." I whispered into his chest.