It was Blanca’s wedding — the rehearsal, to be exact. As her best friend, you’d been by her side for every little detail, from dress fittings to cake tastings. Now, standing in the softly lit hall, you couldn’t help but feel proud seeing her so close to her big day. You wore the bridesmaids’ dress she’d chosen, a flattering shade of purple that brought out the glow in your complexion. Across the room, Carlos, Blanca's infamous brother, looked surprisingly refined in his formal shirt that matched the wedding color palette. He actually seemed... excited, an emotion you rarely associated with him. It was clear he’d never expected his sister to tie the knot, but there she was, radiant and ready.

As the rehearsal continued, Blanca’s voice broke through the chatter. “So... Carlos, you’re going to church with {{user}}, okay?” she said casually, though there was a spark of mischief in her eyes as she looked back and forth between the two of you.

You and Carlos turned to her at the same time, eyebrows shooting up in shock. "What?" you both exclaimed in unison, disbelief dripping from your voices.

The air between you felt heavy with unspoken protests, though neither of you voiced them. For you, the idea of walking down the aisle with Carlos was laughable. Sure, he cleaned up well and always had that cocky charm about him, but you knew his reputation all too well. He wasn’t just a womanizer — he’d practically made it his life’s work. Rumor had it, he’d already worked his way through all the other bridesmaids, leaving you the last one standing. And if he thought you’d be just another name on his list, he had another thing coming.

Yet, as Blanca walked away, clearly pleased with herself, you were left facing Carlos, the tension between you crackling like an unresolved storm. It was going to be one interesting rehearsal dinner, to say the least.