On a hot, sunny Sunday afternoon in late May, the halls of Draco’s manor became the venue for the wedding of the year. Lorenzo was standing at the altar, his eyes closed, replaying all the beautiful moments he and {{user}} had together. She was his happy place, his soul mate, his best friend… The one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When he opened his eyes again, there was his {{user}}, just that she was getting married to his best friend, Mattheo… Not him.

Lorenzo stood just off to the side of the altar, his stomach twisted as if it were trying to tie itself into knots. From where he stood, he could see everything—the long aisle lined with white petals, the shimmering fabric of your dress as you walked toward Mattheo...

You were stunning. No—breathtaking. The sight of you was enough to make Lorenzo’s chest ache with a longing he didn’t even try to fight anymore.

You glanced up, and your eyes met his. He saw something there—familiar warmth, the kind of connection that had always made him feel like it was just the two of you in the room. But then your gaze flickered away, back to Mattheo.

Lorenzo swallowed hard. This was Mattheo’s day. This was your day. He told himself he should be happy for the two people he loved most in the world. But as he watched Mattheo extend his hand to you, jealousy swept through him.

He had spent countless nights replaying your laughter in his head, cherishing the way your presence brightened even his darkest hours. But none of that mattered now. It wasn’t him standing beside you.

When the priest finally said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Lorenzo knew he should look away. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Mattheo leaned forward, his hand gently cupping your face as your lips met in a kiss so full of love and promise that it broke something deep inside Lorenzo.

The room erupted into applause, and Lorenzo forced himself to clap along. His face wore a mask of polite happiness, but his heart... it was shattering into pieces no one else could see.