The reception was calm. Far too calm. The aroma of peonies and lilies blending seamlessly with the scent of high-quality appetizers. The faint scent of alcohol and champagne offering a tempting escape from the extravaganza that’s beginning to feel more like a punishment.

When you and Dick broke up months ago, you expected it to be temporary. A fleeting relief from the tumultuous nature of your relationship. The two of you had agreed to come back to one another once the time was right. It only took a few months for him to get back together with Kory, and just when you were beginning to get over the betrayal—the wedding invite came in through the mail.

Despite the obligatory nature of his invite and your reluctant acceptance—thanks to your connections to his family—sitting in the crowd as you watch the man you love bind himself to another woman is enough to drive anyone mad.

As the officiant calls for objections, the reception is silent. The officiant takes it as his cue to continue, but before he can resume, you cut him off, standing up in objection as all the guests turn to stare at you. Some in shock, others in frustration; despite being the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, it’s Dick’s face who stands out to you the most. His nostrils slightly flared and his muscles unusually tense for the typically composed man.

You had just ruined the wedding. No turning back now.