Better a Lone Sail Than a Harbor at the Old Shore

A month before the wedding, my girlfriend and my best friend picked out the groom's suit for me. I looked at that groom's suit and fell silent. "Back when you two sent me the photos, this was the very first one I ruled out. I told you I don't like white suits..." Ned, my best friend, was in the middle of trying on the groom's suit. He cut me off with an awkward look on his face.