"Yeah, that's me. How can I help you?"
"I think I need to speak to your brother."
"He's a little busy getting married right now. What do you want Saint for?"
"Well, umm ... I guess it's okay if I tell you. I need to show you something."
"Who are you again?"
"A guest on the bride's side. Can I just show you something? It's important."
"You better not be showing me any videos of your kid playing ball or something. This is my brother's wedding not a recruitment–"
"It's nothing like that. Just take a look at the headline on this website."
Jilted! Saint Stevenson's Fiancée Seen With Reality
Star & Singer Benjamin Luck On Wedding Day!
"You actually believe this? This is just some bullshit gossip blog looking to get more web traffic with lies. Adrianna is at the hotel getting ready as we speak. There's no way she's in, where does it say?"
"Miami, but look, there's a photo. Scroll down."
"Fuck me. It is her."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is."
"How am I going to tell Saint? This is going to kill him."
A few moments later.
"Can we get the room for a minute, fellas?"
"Why are you clearing the room? What's up?"
"Have a seat. I need to talk to you."
"Right now? I'm about to get married."
"Calm down for just a second and listen. Adrianna is gone."
"What the fuck do you mean she's gone?"
"She left, bro. She's in Miami."
"What. Are. You. Talking. About?! What did you do Mikey?"
"Nothing, Saint. I swear. I'd never ruin your wedding day no matter how I feel about your girl. She must have gotten cold feet. She ran away with some rocker reality show kid. Some douche named Benjamin Luck. I'm assuming you haven't spoken to her today."
"We saw each other last night. She wanted to wait to talk until we saw each other at the alter."
"Well it looks like she jumped on a flight to Florida this morning."
"I'm calling her ass right now!"
"Wait. Don't chase her Saint. You're better than this. And isn't it better that you know what she's really like now rather than later when you're three kids deep? I mean if you really think about it–OUCH! You asshole. You just winged my head with that chair!
"Dammit, Saint, don't go trashing the entire reception hall. Our parents and their closest friends are here. Reverend Paul is in there. Don't embarrass yourself because she wasn't woman enough to end this the right way."
