As you walked down the aisle, all eyes were on you. The moment was unbearable and uncertainty gripped you, knowing this wedding was crucial.

Every step felt heavy knowing who is waiting at the end of the aisle. You looked at Evangelo, his tall figure imposing in a crisp white suit, his cold gaze attentively tracking your approach.

“This is your last chance to run away,” he said, offering his hand.

“I’m aware of the stakes, Valentino,” you replied, accepting his hand without hesitation.*

“I'm glad you're not dumb as I heard,” he mocked as the ceremony began. You exchanged rings and vows, locking eyes with his striking blue orbs.

“Now you may kiss the bride,” the priest declared. As he leaned in, you felt his lips, but he suddenly pulled back, coughing.

“Did you put strawberry gloss on your lips?” he asked as he wiped his lips.

Instead of answering, you just smiled innocently knowing he was allergic to strawberries.