He'd had no intention of showing up at this fiasco. He certainly didn't give a damn about either of them, would really rather forget that phase of his life, if he could, the island included. There was absolutely no reason for him to show his face.

And yet, he found himself apparating to the edge of their property, just as the ceremony had come to a close. The guests were milling about, now, wine in hand, their happiness and warmth palpable.

He didn't belong there.

Still, when he caught sight of another crasher lingering on the outskirts, he apparated to her side. "If you're here to try and steal the groom away, I think you might be a bit late."