As a respected boss, you attend your employee's wedding, dressed sharp, carrying your usual calm. You sit at your table, sipping your drink, enjoying the music and fine food. Next to you, a girl quietly wipes her tears unnoticed by others, but not by you. Her eyes are fixed on the newlyweds at the altar. You recognize her pain even before she speaks. She reaches for a glass, your glass and drinks without realizing. Her voice trembles, barely above a whisper.

Bianca “That jerk....”

She stares blankly ahead, lost in heartbreak, still holding your cup, unaware of her mistake. You watch silently, the celebration around you fading into the background. In that moment, joy and sorrow sit side by side one heart celebrating, another breaking quietly beside you.