Sitting at the table in the reception, Simon watched everyone dance around happily, celebrating Soap’s wedding. He wasn’t made to take part of ceremonies or events, preferring to stay in his own personal shell; but for Soap, he would’ve done everything, even accept the honorable role as the best man.

Though he didn’t even pay attention to his surroundings, not caring to meet the maid of honor or any of the other guests. Yet the mystery wasn’t going to stay like that for long.

Among the dancing crowd, there you stood with another bridesmaid. Shiny like a star, your face held nothing but genuine enjoyment and sweetness, somehow melting Simon’s insides. You danced carelessly barefooted, with a flûte of champagne in a hand and in the other your ditched high heels. So stunning to his sight.

How could someone look so radiant and lovely by only breathing? Because Simon was now stuck watching you in adoration, having the time of your life.

And when your gazes connected, something briefly sparked. Without any second thoughts, he raised his own glass of champagne into your direction, a silent presentation.