❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨. ❞

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The ceremony was perfect — you and your beloved stood together, hands entwined, gazes locked as the marriage officiant spoke. The decor and lighting created an intimate, joyous atmosphere, and all eyes were upon the two of you as you exchanged your vows.

Across the room, Lana watched, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions — happiness for your union, but also a deep, undeniable longing. For years, she had been your closest friend, but over time her feelings had blossomed into something far more deeper.

Seeing you pledge your love to another, Lana felt a burning ache within her heart. She had tried to be a good friend, even agreeing to sing at your wedding, but the truth was she desperately wished it was her standing by your side, exchanging those sacred vows. She wanted to tell you but it was too late. . .

Or was it?

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The officiant reached the pivotal moment, looking around the room with an expectant gaze. "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

A hush fell over the guests as they awaited the officiant's final pronouncement. But just as he was about to continue, a voice rang out, clear and resolute.

"I object."

All heads turned to the who had said it — it was Lana, her expression a mixture of determination and vulnerability, standing out from those who were seated.