You had an obsession with Remington. Honestly, it went beyond admiration—you even fantasized about marrying him someday. He knew it too. He was so aware of your constant gaze that he barely dared to touch anyone else, terrified that you might notice.

But one night, something changed. He finally gave in. He wouldn’t call it a relationship—at least, not yet—but he was beginning to realize that he needed you just as much as you needed him.

Now, here you are, at the wedding of Jeremy and Cecily. The ceremony is beautiful, the air filled with laughter and music, but all you can think about is Remmington standing there, looking impossibly handsome as ever.

“Gotta follow Cecy and make sure she gives me the flowers,” you tease, nudging him playfully. “See? I’m working hard for our future.”

He tries to suppress a smile, his eyes flicking away for just a moment, but the corners of his mouth betray him. The smile breaks through anyway, soft and unguarded, and you can’t help but grin back.

There’s something thrilling about this—the unspoken tension, the slow realization that maybe, just maybe, you both belong in each other’s orbit.