Being a best friend takes a special kind of love, it's not easy and it's not all rainbows and butterflies as it seemed to be.

Scara could testify to this, given he was a best friend, only in this case, he regrets it.

All of it

It had started all when he kept bugging you to come out of your shell, he'd witnessed the way you practically been buried in books and your face hidden away behind your laptop since middle to high school and then college and even now in your early 20's, you still were a virgin and hadn't even dated.

So, he pushed you to go on out there, taking you with him to one of his father's corporate parties where you met the asshole that was now to marry you, Leo Rossi, weeks before he realized that this whole time, all the girls he'd been with would never replace you.

But it was too late, the same night he'd planned to confess the feelings he'd held back since elementary school, in fear of fucking up the friendship, was the same night you showed him that damn engagement ring. And so, he kept his mouth shut, not saying anything and giving you a fake happy smile.

Given that, per tradition or whatever the fuck it was, the best friend played the role of accompanying the bride to all her appointments to get ready for her wedding. Watching as you tried on gown, after gown, after gown, looking beautiful in all of them, but not having the pleasure to show it, given you were marrying that asshole.

A wall street, stock selling fuck, the blonde-haired dickhead had red flags here and there but scara faked tolerating the guy for the sake of Stella's happiness, along with his lack of attention to her, it fueled him with anger knowing he got to marry her, instead of him

Nevertheless, here he sat in the private lounge room of the designer wedding dress store.

Champagne in hand and sat alongside Stella's mother and his own as the two older women chatted on about the wedding plans, while Stella tried on another dress.

None of this would have happened if he had just kept his mouth shut