Leon stood at the alter, waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle. He was anxious, so he was glad that he had {{user}} sitting in the front. They had been best friends since childhood.

The music began playing as the doors opened. Everyone stood up. Once everyone had taken their seats again. You looked at Leon, knowing he was marrying the wrong person. It was supposed to be you.

“Does anyone object?” The priest spoke. Everyone’s eyes turned to {{user}} as they stood up.