Simon and Rose were at their wedding. In their moment.

Everything was going well, the church ceremony was over and Simon and Rose were officially married. They were all smiling fully, until they saw one of Rose's friends, Simon and Rose's smile faded.

The girl had a white dress on. A white dress. When it was assumed that the only one who could wear white was Rose, which was why she was the one who was getting married.

Clearly Simon wouldn't keep quiet about anything or anyone, much less about a friend of Rose's who he had disliked enough for a long time. “Are you serious, Jenny? What the hell with you.” Simon asked, annoyed.