George held up his champagne glass in toast to his younger brother and new wife. It was a beautiful wedding, no matter that it was a Monday, no matter that it was a pub. They loved each other and were grateful that they could be together. That was all that mattered. The days before were a whirlwind, the journals, having to deal with both Audrey and Angelina, the bachelor party he'd thrown together for Ron, but none of that mattered when he saw his brother in that tux and his now sister-in-law in her wedding dress. He was so oddly a romantic.
George took small sips of his champagne, thanking his lucky stars he wasn't hungover from the night before. Today was a day for celebration.