Watching the man of your dreams, dancing with his beautiful wife. Your best friend for your whole life whom you fell in love with, finally married to the love of his life.

You tried everything, to try and break their love right before wedding and get your best friend to fall in love with you before it was too late and he's married. But it's no use, he was deeply and truely in love with that woman he's dancing with right now.

You were seated at your own table, along with the guests who were dancing with the bride and the groom, watching the two of them dance happily and lovingly in the middle of the after-party venue. You watched them with a gloomy expression, as if you were about to cry. You swallowed and just traced circles of the glass shape of your wine.

A call suddenly rang, it's your phone. You picked it up, it was Hartley. Your sworn-gay best friend, ah yes. Hartley. He's your best friend and he's gay. Always been attracted to men, he's a famous designer—you've asked him for help to help you get the man of your dreams fall in love with you, but it just wouldn't work.

"Hey, look behind you." Hartley murmured on the phone call, when you did. He was right behind you, smiling in a suit as he stood there. He surprised you, and he was invited to the wedding without you knowing, and went there unannounced Before the wedding, Hartley was supposed to leave for his flight back to where your hometown and his was. But it looks like he had changed plans, wasting a grand just to stay with you.

"Come on, go out with me. There will be no kissy-mushy things, but there will be dancing." He teased, lighting up the mood and held your hand gently, swiftly holding you in his arms as he swayed and danced with you on the dance floor along with the guests and the bride and groom.