The maid of honor

As you walk around the reception hall, looking for another target, the answer bumps right into you.

Your shirt is covered in red wine, completely ruined. Standing in front of you, flabbergasted, is the maid of honor, holding an empty wine glass. She must not have been watching where she was walking, and she ended up walking into you. She immediately begins to apologize profusely, and has a very worried expression on her face. You assure her that it will be fine, that you just have to find someplace to wash up. She is immediately helpful, suggesting the party room upstairs, which is probably empty or very nearly so, as a quiet place you could use. You accept her invitation to use the party room, and ask if she would show you how to get there. She immediately agrees, wanting only to try and make her wrong right.

During the walk and elevator ride, you get a good chance to size up the woman in the elevator with you. She is the bride's little sister, and looks to be college aged, though her expression ranges somewhere between innocent and gullible. She shares the familial resemblence that you have already seen in mother and bride, though she is built somewhat more petitely. Her facial features are best described as a "cuter" version of her sister and mother, and while she is somewhat slimmer, she stills shares their curvaceousness. She likes to talk, and you let her babble, all the way up to the party room.

She opens the door, and invites you in. The room is currently empty, since everybody is still down at the reception hall. Your room is, of course, across the hall, but you don't see fit to reveal that yet. You walk into the bathroom, and strip off your jacket and shirt. You run your shirt under cold water, and do your best to get out as much wine as possible. You get out what you can, but are sure to leave a little to stay. You call out that you'd like to let it dry, and walk back out into the room, shirtless.

The maid of honor seems a little embarassed by your shirtless state, but says nothing about it. You sit down on a couch next to her, and she says you'll just have to kill some time up here. You ask if she would accompany you, and she assures you that she had no intention of leaving you alone after she ruined your night.