Groomsmen, Weddings, and the Curious Tale of Adult Toys

It was my first time ever being a bridesmaid, and boy, did I mess it up.

At the wedding, the bride asked me to adjust her dress train. As I turned around, my heel caught the hem of my own dress. I stumbled forward and, before I knew it, ended up hugging the groomsman’s leg.

Now, this wasn’t just any groomsman—he was the groom’s childhood best friend. Six-foot-three, a gym enthusiast, and his leg felt as solid as a rock. To top it all off, I smacked my nose pretty hard in the process.

“Are you okay?” he crouched down, his face full of concern.

I struggled to get back on my feet, only to discover that my dress had somehow gotten tangled in his belt buckle. No amount of tugging could set me free.

The scene was painfully awkward until the groom rushed over to help untangle the situation—literally. Finally freed, I stood up, only to hear the bride whisper in my ear, “Mia, what’s going on with you today? You’re all over the place!”

All I could do was laugh nervously and apologize repeatedly.

You see, I’ve always been “that girl”—you know, the one people call cute but unreliable. In high school, I once passed the wrong person while passing a friend’s love note. In college, I brought back soda instead of coffee for my roommate. Even now, as a marketing specialist, my boss often tells me I was born clumsy.

And today’s wedding? It was for Sofia, my college roommate. She chose to host it at, of all places, the showroom of an adult toy manufacturer. Apparently, the groom’s family owns the company, and the venue was designed to feel modern and romantic. Walking into the place, I was surrounded by all kinds of interesting toys and advertisements that made my cheeks burn red. My nerves skyrocketed with every step I took.

“Mia, can you grab the backup bouquet from backstage?” Sofia called out to me again.

“Got it!” I nodded, determined not to mess up this time.

The backstage area was a maze of storage cabinets. After rummaging around for what felt like forever, I finally found a box labeled backup. I opened it, saw a bouquet inside, and grabbed it without a second thought.

But as I walked toward the stage, a group of staff members suddenly rushed over. One of them blocked my path, eyes wide as they exclaimed, “Miss, that’s not the backup bouquet! That’s our company’s prototype vibrating bouquet! It hasn’t even been launched yet!”

I froze, looking down at the bouquet in my hands. Sure enough, the stem was oddly thick, and I could hear a faint mechanical buzzing.

At that moment, the bride waved at me from the stage. Panic rising, I had no choice but to hand over the bouquet. Sofia took it without noticing anything unusual and promptly handed it to the groom.

Seconds later, the buzzing intensified. The groom’s smile froze as he stared at the bouquet in his hands.

The entire audience’s eyes were now glued to the vibrating, faintly glowing bouquet. The groom tried to turn it off, but the harder he tried, the worse it got. Pink lights began to blink softly from within the flowers.

“What is going on?” Sofia spun around to glare at me.

“I… I think I grabbed the wrong bouquet,” I stammered, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.

The groomsman walked over, calmly took the bouquet from the groom, and pressed a hidden button on the base. The buzzing and lights finally stopped. He turned to the groom and murmured, “It’s fine. This is just a prototype we brought over from R&D for testing.”

Sofia stormed over to me, dragged me to a corner, and hissed, “Mia! Why do I even bother relying on you?”

I apologized profusely, my mind racing for a way to fix the situation.

Just as I was about to cry from sheer embarrassment, the groomsman reappeared, holding the real backup bouquet.

“This is the one you were looking for, right?” he said, handing it to me with a faintly amused smile.

“I’m so sorry about earlier…” I started to apologize again.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re actually pretty entertaining,” he shrugged. “Thanks to you, this wedding is anything but boring.”

I let out a mix of laughter and sighs, taking the bouquet and heading back to the stage.

“Oh, by the way,” he called out, stopping me. “Are you interested in our company’s products?”

“Huh?” I turned around, my face heating up.

“Relax, I mean,” he said with a playful smirk, “if you’re interested, you should consider joining our marketing team. You’ve got a knack for turning accidents into attention-grabbing moments—perfect for our line of work.”

I blinked, stunned for a second, before bursting into laughter.

“Maybe… maybe I’ll give it a shot.”

A few months later, I found myself working as part of that very adult toy company’s marketing team. Life was hectic, but surprisingly smooth.

At a team gathering one night, the groomsman—now my boss—joked, “Our company’s most successful product launch ever started with Mia handing the wrong bouquet to the groom.”

“Exactly!” I raised my glass, grinning. “Sometimes, the best stories come from a little chaos and serendipity.”

The whole room erupted into laughter, the air filled with cheer.