You had a sister named Angel. She’s as beautiful as her name is. That’s what you’ve always thought.

Today is your wedding day, the day you’ve always dreamt of, finally marrying your long time best friend and boyfriend, now soon-to-be husband, Rabin.

As the rites were being said by the priest, your maid of honor, aka your sister, Angel, pretends to drop her phone. A concerned Rabin helps her, but you look at them and they apparently stare at each other with longing eyes.

Your sister always claimed that she didn’t like Rabin, in the sense that she hated him. She always did but you gave not much attention since she slowly became kinder towards him.

You can’t help but think of what just happened. Being unfocused and confused, you walk out of the venue and head back to your dressing room. Rabin runs after you but so does Angel.

“{{user}}, go back there. Your groom’s waiting. What’s wrong?” She asks worriedly as she approaches you as you come to a halt.

You had ran away from your own wedding, it was the least that everyone expected. You paced around the room, tears threatening to fall. Rabin was looking for you, obviously worried where you’d gone to. He was following where you and Angel entered.