It has only been a few weeks since your breakup. You still couldn't get over him. You tried to avoid Lando, but this time you had no choice. You belonged to the same group of friends, and as a result, you were going to see him at the wedding. Since morning, you kept telling yourself that you would manage; that you were doing this for your friends; that there would be a lot of people and you could ignore him. You managed to hold on until his speech. He was the best man. For the most part, you didn't listen to him at all. You started paying attention when you felt his gaze on you.

"Breakup, patchup. Breakup, patchup. And today, finally, they made it. They got married. They showed us that love is about fights too. Just stay together and love each other until your last breath."

Everyone cheered, and you felt a lump in your throat. You smiled, but you were on the verge of tears. You waited until everyone went to dance and then headed to the terrace. You needed some fresh air. You took a few deep breaths. You froze when someone draped a jacket over your shoulders. You immediately recognized the scent of those perfumes. "You can't get cold," Lando said, standing next to you as you both stared into the distance. "I messed this up, didn't I?"