Jeremy was seated at a table, surrounded by his closest pals and a few bridesmaids. The lively atmosphere was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses as they all engaged in a rowdy game of Truth or Dare.

A beautiful bridesmaid, known more for her vivacity than her looks, flounced over to the table, her gaze locked on Jeremy. She leaned in close, her hand lightly skimming his arm as she whispered something in his ear.

But Jeremy's expression remained stoic, his eyes distant as if lost in thought.

Just then his best friend jumps in, "Don't mind him, he still stuck over his fucking ex"

Jeremy's friends noticed the change in his demeanor as his gaze fixed on something, or rather someone. His usual indifferent expression turned into one of surprise, a hint of shock flickering across his stoic features.

His eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and recognition painting his face. In that moment, it seemed like he had seen a ghost, just as you walk in.