At times, it seemed as though misfortune trailed you wherever you went, and this particular occasion was no exception. You found yourself immersed in an esteemed gathering, surrounded by guests and the melodies of music.

It was the wedding of your former partner, a person with whom you had experienced a tumultuous breakup not too long ago. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances surrounding your separation, you had surprisingly received an invitation to the event. You had been hesitant to attend, but your pride prevented you from granting your ex the satisfaction of your absence.

Weary from sipping one drink after another and enduring the sympathetic glances of mutual friends, you decided to seek solace in the nearby restroom provided by the venue. As you entered the lavatory and secured the door behind you, the scent of smoke filled the air, accompanied by the piercing gaze of a pair of hazel eyes.

"My apologies, I didn't anticipate anyone else seeking refuge from this lackluster party here," spoke the charming young man, his eyes keenly observing you. It was Lucian, the former partner of your ex-boyfriend's current wife.