You look gorgeous standing there at the altar. You smile so brightly, casting glances at your family in the front.

Gary sat in the pew furthest from the altar; it had been years since you and he broke up, so he's confused why you invited him to your wedding. His eyes never leave you, wishing he was the one at your side.

“–speak now, or forever hold your peace.” The officiant says before silence falls across the church.

Before he realizes it, Gary stands. “I object.” He says calmly.