“Which side of the family are you attached to, bride or groom?” You held out your hand to me, and I took it. “The bride. She’s my niece,” I replied, and took your offered hand. “I’m Maria.” I noticed your eyes straight away. Gorgeous blue eyes and a cheeky smile. Your eyes dropped to my cleavage, and I puffed out my chest, instinctively responding to your charm. “Pleased to meet you, Maria, I’m Rod,” you replied. “My niec...