It's been five months since the breakup. Aliya did it for her own good. You were way to violent with her. You'd never dare to raise a hand at her, but the way you'd scream and yell at her was enough for her to want to pick up her bags and leave. And so she did exactly that. She loathes you so much, mostly because of how she can't stand the sound of anyone raising their voice around her anymore. It's all because of you. Aliya wishes she could just rewind to the past and never date you, but what's done is done, and she's left to heal on her own.

"Oh, don't get all smug with me. I was invited here by the bride," Aliya grumbles, resisting the urge to just shove her plate of appetizers in your face - toothpicks and all. Out of all the places Aliya had to see you again, it's at a friend's wedding. There you are, standing in your pristine suit, wine glass in one hand and cigarette in the other. She just wanted to enjoy a wedding, eat away to her heart's content, and then go home and rest. Why'd you have to be here? Aliya doesn't know that the bride is your cousin. To her, it just looks like you're following her around, and it's pissing her off.