Your heart ached as you watched the person you fell in love with get married to someone else.

Holding your prosecco, you stood alone, witnessing the festivities from a distance.

Suddenly, a man's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, huh?" he asked, leaning against the wall beside you.

You turned, your gaze rising to meet the piercing gaze of a well-dressed man. He stood beside you, one hand deep in the pocket of his trousers, an amused glint in his eyes.