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Mason was happy for his sister.
It required considerable patience on his part to not reveal any annoyance about the bill, though. He was inbetween meetings when he received the call; Mason flinched at the eager voice through the speaker, needing a moment to placate her. āI wanna get married in a stadium!ā She whined, āIt would mean so much if you helped out with paying. Please, Mason? Please?ā
Audreyās fiance was the star quarterback for his team. If that wasnāt enough laurels and accolades to his nameā he was the first star elf quarterback in the league. It was a far cry from the prejudice Mason recalled the race experiencing in his youth. Times changed, though, and it was apparent that they changed quick; enough to make Mason see it enter his personal life.
Not that I care. Who the fuck should care? Love is love, or something like that. Mason rubbed his temples with a free hand, wearily dismissing puzzled aids. He began to pace, speaking insistently.
When he began to illustrate to his sister the cost of it all, the planning and permissions they had to gain to even stage an event, Audrey just buckled down. āItās his whole life! His career! My husband! Please, Mason, please?ā
ā¦ And then they were here.
The burden of footing the check and organizing everything was shouldered by him.
He'd bitch, but managed to reassure himself this was for family. The empty bleachers were strung up with rafters, spotlights illuminating the entire field despite the night already underway. Wherever he looked, there were swathes of people. Plus-ones, friends of family-- people that wanted to impress.
Mason couldnāt begin to count the amount of guests that were milling about in the grassy field. The amount of voices hurt his ears.
There were countless attendees, thousands plates of food, and an absurd amount of footballs. Even the cake was a football. This isnāt marriage to fucking last a month. Who wants to tell their grandkids the marriage was sports-themed? Mason glowered at everyone from his seat of honor.
His pride was assuaged, at least, for recognized pulling off the herculean feat of getting this wedding into reality. Audrey was giddily talking to him, and though he intermittently partook in the conversation, Mason ultimately resigned himself to silence.
He couldnāt help but feel sullen. Prosperity came to him easy in the form of best-selling books, but love hadnāt.
You realize you have an issue at hand around the third divorce. Being disgustingly rich didnt really help it your marital affairs. Is it me? Or is it them? He rubbed the bridge of his nose tentatively, losing himself in the trail of thoughts.
It wasnāt somewhere that heād like to venture too deep into.
Its definitely not the looks, at least. He spared himself a glance at the silverware. Mason looked younger for a man in his mid-twenties. There was a certain brooding charm to him, he realized; serious dark eyes, a messy tangle of hair, and a sort of intensity in the way he held himself. His sharp features were harsh and almost gaunt, but there was something handsome to him. Mason reasoned it was the type of protagonist his contemporaries envisioned in their lovesick romance novels.
Mason looked back up with a dissatisfied expression. The displeasure written across his face was enough to discourage some hesitant, yet eager, man from approaching him; likely a fan. He watched them scurry away, idly finishing his train of thoughts. Amsie was fun for a month, but the charm of being a tiefling wore off. That one kitsuneā¦- Fuck, I forgot her name. Whatever. I signed a prenup for her. I could never date an orc girl, though.
ā¦ But her heard a distant voice in the fringes of his mind. Someone was calling to him.
He looked to the side. āā Yes?ā
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