If there was one thing Gladion knew, it was that Alola, by definition was a very tiny community.

Sure, the region technically had large land mass; space sprawled across several islands and oceans that went on for miles, but it would be a fact too hard to deny that someone, anyone, including himself, couldn't walk 200 feet without being recognized. It didn't matter if it was your neighbor, a distant cousin, or your sister's best friend's brother's girlfriend who went to camp with you once; it was almost law that any Alolan citizen just had to bump into someone they knew during any outing.

This very same philosophy could be extended to weddings. Weddings that he and his family have exclusively been planning for the last milenia. A family business if you will and one that had undoubtedly was expected to go to him, and his sister, if they so pleased. And even though he didn't understand why people would blow hundreds of thousands of dollars on a party in the name of love , he did come to the conclusion that he was indeed great at his job.

But being spectacular didn't break the unsaid "laws" of seeing people more than once.

From nosy parents, to disrespectful aunts and uncles, he always had to be ready for one of them, or all of them to try to cause a disruption during a wedding. But a frustrating family member, by Arceus' good graces, was only relevant for that one event; usually diminished into a secondary guest at the next Alolan wedding, completely out of his hair.

It broke the unsaid cycle of Alola's small community just enough to bring him a peace of mind...until this very moment.

Because to Gladion's dismay there was never a challenge, or a person, as prevalent as the one that currently stood in front of him. Because for the sixth wedding in a row Miss Moon, everyone's favorite bridesmaid, was now the Maid of Honor.

The very person that worked directly with the wedding planner.

Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes a seat in his office, her eyes glancing around at the decor, the awards. "Another wedding for your books, huh Gladi?" she teases, his skin crawling at the way she enunciated a dreaded nickname. He fights the urge to leave the office, to drop the wedding, to slam the clipboard so hard into his head he would have no option but to turn everything down.

"Moon."

The simplest, least lethal, response he could think of involved just acknowledging her presence, something he didn't do often, as he sees the corners of her rosy tinted lips rise. Her fingers now drumming along his desk as looks at the layout in front of her.

Was hate too strong of word to describe how he felt about her?

"It's a shame your sister can't help you out this time, huh?" Moon asks as she picks up the third laminated color sheet, much to his annoyance as they had to go through things in a particular order.

But he had to remain professional. He had a job and a reputation to uphold.

A scoff escapes him anyways. "I can't really expect her to help when it's her wedding now can I?" he spits as Moon simply continues smiling, her mouth now humming an indecipherable tune as she continues to cause disarray.

"But you're also the best man, how's that supposed to work?"

Her curiosity was anything, but endearing. Her questions were excessive, her presence overbearing. He didn't have to play her games. "Moon, if we have to work together you just have to listen for once," he snaps, his hand swiping the laminated sheet from her perfectly manicured hand.

She doesn't even flinch, the smile on her face just continuing to tease him.

"I've been in enough weddings to know how this works," she retorts sweetly, his eyes rolling almost on instinct as his hand comes down onto his desk.

"But I've planned enough to know your kind."