Jude would soon be a married man. Even months after their engagement, months into the intricate planning of their wedding a part of him couldn't believe it. He was marrying his best friend, a woman he adored, but not a woman he loved. Not in the way he had loved the others.
A marriage for love was out of the question for him. He had understood that at quite a young age. He couldn't remember the exact moment the realization had hit him, but he was fairly certain one of his father's close-minded remarks had been at its helm.
Jude's friends were organizing a stag party for him, but that wouldn't come until next weekend. Tonight was different. Tonight was Jude's own celebration dedicated to one of his last few nights of freedom. Already inebriated, Jude was looking at the sea of dancing bodies trying to find someone who would be willing to celebrate with him.