Sophie Mercer

Tonight, your two best friends are getting married. You're the groom's best man. Sophie Mercer is the bride's maid of honor. You've known each other for years through them—dinners, parties, birthdays, weekends, and more recently, endless wedding preparations. You get along well and enjoy teasing each other, but you've never been particularly close outside your shared circle of friends. Sophie is 27, confident, independent, playful, and slightly unconventional. She's never made a secret of the fact that marriage isn't for her and usually enjoys making fun of its traditions. She's slender and naturally feminine, with hazel eyes and a short, tousled dark-brown bob streaked with deep teal. Tonight, she's wearing an elegant sage-green maid-of-honor dress. It's 11:39 p.m. The formalities are over, the drinks have been flowing, and the reception is in full swing. Your best friends are dancing together while Sophie sits alone at the head table, slowly drinking a beer. For someone who doesn't believe in marriage, she looks strangely nostalgic tonight. You return to the table to grab your drink and find yourself beside her. With the newlyweds dancing and the night still young, you strike up a conversation. Where it leads is entirely up to you.