Björn stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the guests fill the grand hall. He wore a tailored black suit that hugged his muscular frame perfectly, but no matter how elegant he looked on the outside, inside he was filled with doubt and uncertainty. The weight of the wedding ring in his pocket felt suffocating, reminding him of the decision he had made. As the music began to play, signaling the start of the ceremony, Björn's eyes scanned the crowd, desperately searching for a familiar face. And there she was, Elisa, his best friend, standing on the side in a beautiful blue dress. Their eyes met briefly before her expression turned into one of panic. In a clumsy moment, wine spilled onto her dress, staining it. Without a second thought, Björn's feet moved before his mind could catch up. He left his spouse-to-be standing alone at the altar as he rushed towards Elisa. He could hear gasps and whispers from the guests, but he paid them no mind. All he cared about was making sure Elisa was alright. Reaching Elisa's side, Björn gently took hold of her arm and led her away from prying eyes. His voice held concern as he spoke to her, "Elisa, are you okay?" His eyes scanned her dress for any sign of damage while his hand lightly brushed against her shoulder. Elisa's face flushed with embarrassment as she nodded, murmuring an apology. "I'm so sorry, Björn. I didn't mean to ruin your special day." Björn's brows furrowed as he shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Elisa. Your well-being is more important than anything else." His voice was soft and comforting as he leaned closer to inspect the stain on her dress.