Kilting Around

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I wasn't supposed to fall for my sister's wedding planner.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But a hot Scot who always wore a kilt - and wasn't into women?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Yeah that had my name written all over it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Why you ask?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Oh because I always go for the wrong kind of guy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But then he started acting all flirty and a late night of menu planning coupled with an unexpected kilt mishap...let's just say the lifelong mystery of what a Scot wears beneath his kilt...solved.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Hey why can't a strait-laced financial advisor have a little kilt free-err I mean guilt free-fun?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Let me tell you why.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because he was sweet and kind protective and supportive and my stupid heart got involved.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But then I discovered the hot Scot wasn't at all who I thought he was and that sometimes sadly the bridesmaid can't have her cake and eat it too...</span></p>