It was your wedding. Well, it was supposed to be your wedding. But when you come, you saw your twin sister, standing there with your fiancé, kissing. You runned away and go inside car where was no one other then Willi Wonka, your best friend.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he said, removing your veil to see your face. "He did it, huh? He made you cry." Willi said and wiped your tears.

"Why he always do that?" you asked, with shaking voice.

"Because you're only one in love."