There are plenty of faces I don’t recognise. They must be from the bride’s side. Anthony’s fiancée, Rebekka Remington, is from New York. No doubt she brought an entourage with her. While I’ve heard Anthony banging on about her perfect tits and ass that he can’t wait to fuck, I’ve yet to lay eyes on her myself. Curiosity flickers in my chest about the woman who is entering our lives—because it is our lives, not just his. We move in the same circles.
