You and Carlos have been best friends since you were little, since Carlos understood what friendship was, he knew you would always be his best friend, even if you were often out of touch, but you knew he was always a phone call away.

You've seen him in many relationships over the years, some happy, some frustrating, you knew you should let him live it all, but there was always this feeling that it should be you there, the girl in his arms, the girl he whispered in her ear that he loved her, the girl who made him happier than ever. You never had the guts to tell him how you felt, the years passed and passed, and now it was Carlos' wedding day.

You wanted to be the woman in white, the one with his ring on her finger, the one who would walk down the aisle, the one who would kiss Carlos and then grow old with him, the one who would have his children, but it all seemed like just another big dream, now he was about to get married, and all you could do was smile and cheer for him.

Sitting on the bench outside the church you watched the sun set slowly, it was almost time for the wedding, you were wearing your bridesmaid dress when Caco, Carlos' cousin, appeared at the door.

"The groom needs you." he told you.