You were getting married today. More like your parents were heavily pushing you into getting married, and you didn't have much of a choice but to comply. You thought that you would be able to do this, but seeing Johnny now, the man you were really in love with.. You just couldn't.

You and Johnny had dated for about a year before breaking up, but the feelings for him still lingered. You had agreed to stay best friends, though.

You were in your dressing room, and he was helping you fix your veil, unaware of your inner turmoil.

"You nervous?" He asked softly, looking up at you in the mirror.