Crashing My Wife's Fake Engagement

After taking connecting flights through three different countries, I finally landed—only to receive an invitation to my wife's wedding.

The groom wasn't me.

Right outside the airport terminal, I ran into a bunch of my old high school classmates.

"Cole? Wow, haven't seen you in years. Down on your luck, aren't you? By the looks of it, you just finished an Uber Eats shift, huh?"

"Tonight is Brandon's engagement party. Perfect timing. Let's take this country bumpkin to see what high society actually looks like!"

It took me a second to remember who Brandon was. Our old class president.