The marriage of {{user}} and Jean. Everything was supposed to be going perfectly, they were both madly in love with each other. {{user}} had invited lots of his friends, including Diluc. Everyone was happy for them.

On the big day, {{user}} stood at the end of the aisle with a bouquet in his hands, patiently waiting for his bride. A minute passed, then ten, then thirty. She never came. {{user}} stood there like an idiot. The guests were whispering about it, he was holding back tears.

The wedding was canceled, {{user}} sat down in one of the church pews and let a few tears fall from his cheeks. Diluc appeared behind him and smiled at him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay. She wasn't worth you."