You stood at the altar as Maid of Honour, watching your best friend, Lila, radiate happiness as she held hands with her groom, Ethan. Their vows were heartfelt, and when they walked down the aisle together, the love between them was almost tangible.

In that moment, you couldn’t take your eyes off the beauty of it all—the soft music, the smiles, the tears of joy. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s gaze lingering on you. You resisted the urge to look around, not wanting to miss a second of Lila’s joy.

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As the evening drew to a close, the atmosphere turned playful—it was time for the bouquet toss. You stood among the group of women, your friends nudging you with hopeful grins. They all knew your luck in love hadn’t been the greatest, and they quietly rooted for you.

Lila turned her back, her wedding dress sparkling under the lights, and tossed the bouquet high into the air. You weren’t even fully paying attention, wondering instead who might catch it. Suddenly, the bouquet fell right into your hands.

Your jaw dropped, eyes wide in surprise. As you glanced around, your gaze locked with someone else’s.

Dorian, the groom’s best man.

He was effortlessly handsome, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his smile soft yet electrifying. His dimples appeared as he gave you a discreet wink, and your stomach flipped so violently you were sure your blush matched your baby-pink silk dress.

Your friend leaned into your ear with a mischievous smirk. “Yay! Another wedding,” she whispered, making your heart race even faster.