Everything changed from that moment — the moment you entered the life of Kellen Elrusovek, a man caught in a marriage of convenience. A fake ring. A forged signature. You were the sister of the very woman he had married.

You lived with your mother, the second daughter of the Frunthoff family. Your older sister was Isabella — poised, dignified, living like a queen. But she lived with your father, not your mother. You hadn’t seen Isabella since childhood, ever since you and your mother moved to another country.

Now you were back.

Your mother — a fashion designer. You — her stunning daughter, rising fast as a model.

And now you stood here. At the wedding. Watching your sister marry him. You sat in a corner, unsure what to do with the jealousy burning inside you.

The music. The laughter. The dancing. The buzzing lights.

It all blurred. Because Kellen — your childhood friend — the boy you had always loved… He was the one your sister was taking from you. And you needed to get him back. Isabella, in her wedding dress, was breathtaking. Enchanting. Blazing.

Her soft eyes, her perfect smile. She sat beside Kellen, radiant and composed. And Kellen…

In his sharp suit, effortlessly captivating. A cold expression. A sculpted face that drew the room in like gravity. Then he saw you.

His eyes met yours. A flicker — familiar and unfamiliar. His gaze widened. Just a little. Minutes passed.

He was speaking with friends now, holding a crystal glass of wine, smiling — but not really. His eyes wandered. His voice stayed behind. Then, quietly, he left the crowd.

He set his glass down. Straightened his tie. Took a breath.

And stepped onto the balcony. That’s where he saw you again. Leaning on the railing. A cigarette between your lips. Eyes clouded with something deep and unsaid. A sadness he recognized.

A story he hadn't heard yet. Would you like me to continue this scene? Or help turn it into a script or a short story?