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her hands and smiling. He’d known it was just a matter of time before Bryan asked Celeste for her hand in marriage. The two of them had been dating for close to a decade. Jack still couldn’t understand how two people could be so devoted to one another for so many years.
    Celeste laughed heartily. There was an extra sparkle in her eye Jack hadn’t noticed there before. She looked genuinely happy. “So when is the wedding taking place? You got a date set?”
    “See, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Celeste responded, a little serious.
    “What? Talk to me about the wedding?”
    Celeste nodded.
    Jack laughed, incredulous. “About what? If you haven’t noticed, I’m the last person you should be talking about this with. Shouldn’t you ask your mom, or better yet your girlfriends?”
    “I totally would, but I can’t talk about the details of the wedding with anyone other than my MOH.”
    “Who’s Mo?”
    Celeste giggled. “Not Mo. M-O-H. Maid of honor,” she responded, gesturing toward him.
    It took Jack a few seconds to realize who she was talking about.
    “Me! You crazy? I’m a guy! Guys don’t do the wedding thing. Last time I checked maids of honor were female, Celeste,” Jack explained, flabbergasted.
    “Oh come on, Jackie! It’s the twenty-first century. Last time I checked grooms didn’t have to be male and brides didn’t have to be female,” she announced. “Besides, there is no one else I would rather it be than you!”
    “Don’t you have a sister?”
    “She hates weddings! She is so against the whole idea of ‘making people suffer through an hour-long ceremony and an even worse reception with crap food,’” Celeste explained, obviously mimicking her sister.
    “Sounds like someone’s a little bitter at seeing her younger sister getting married before she does.”
    “No, it’s not that. She just has a different view on love than I do.”
    “Did you even ask her about this MIA position?”
    “It’s MOH. And no, I didn’t even bother with it. I know exactly what she is gonna say: ‘What? Me? Spend so much time on a ceremony that will cost an arm and a leg just to give each other a few vows of love? Might as well get married at a drive-thru in Vegas!’”
    Jack laughed loudly. “I’m liking your sister. She got a boyfriend yet?”
    “Hey, you don’t go near her, player,” she shot back playfully, poking him on the shoulder. “She’s a good girl. Plus, she’s not really your type.”
    “Oh yeah? And whose type is she?” Jack asked, a little curious. He had been friends with Celeste ever since she transferred to NYU his junior year five years before. They had been through her many breakups with Bryan and the lady troubles Jack seemed to get himself into. Yet, despite their long-lasting friendship, he hadn’t ever really heard about the other Luciano sister. She was a mystery all on her own.
    “Oh, you know. The bookworm, let’s-stay-in-on-a-Saturday-night, quiet, intelligent woman,” Celeste explained, taking a drink of water.
    “Ahh, I see. As opposed to a person like me who is a—”
    “Party animal, skirt-chaser, one-night-stand kind of guy,” Celeste filled in. “Let’s be honest, Jackie. You’re incapable of long-lasting romantic relationships.” She smiled at him affectionately.
    Jack sulked. He knew serious relationships weren’t his favorite thing, but he didn’t know he had turned into such a heartless loser. He guessed it couldn’t be such a bad thing to accept the position. It wasn’t too hard, was it?
    “I’ll do it.”
    “What?” Celeste asked, confused.
    “I’ll be your MIA,” Jack responded confidently.
    “It’s MOH, Jackie.”
    “MIA, MOH. Whatever it is, I accept the position,” he replied. He’d prove that he wasn’t heartless after all.
    Celeste gave him the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “Jackie! You mean it? Thank you!” She jumped up from the seat and moved around the table to throw her arms around him in a