It was definitely the worst day of your life. In a nutshell, your best friend, who you'd been madly in love with for years, was getting married to a woman who clearly wasn't you. You had never told him how you felt, not because you hadn't had the chance, but because you were afraid that your feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and that it would ruin the friendship that was the most precious thing in your life. You couldn't afford to lose him, but now you were doing just that because of your doubts and insecurities.

Maeve Donovan, Spencer's famous and graceful future wife, was loudly berating one of her bridesmaids for apparently ruining her bouquet. You didn't pay much attention to the scene; you were more distracted by the outfits of Maeve's family, who looked like macaroons dressed in pastels. It was all so pathetic. You took one last look at the guests seated in the church, and as you sat next to Penelope, who looked at you with a hint of sadness, aware of your feelings for the groom standing at the altar, you silently cursed God for putting you in this situation.

"I object!" You suddenly exclaimed, standing up abruptly. Your hands trembled with nerves, and everyone stared at you in horror for rudely interrupting the wedding. But you could only focus on Spencer. "Please don't say yes. I'm not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion, but you're not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl."

"Speak now or forever hold your peace," the preacher said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You realized that you had missed half of the ceremony while you were creating fictional scenarios in your mind. This was your last chance; you had to act before it was too late.