((Amelia has been your best friend since childhood—inseparable through the years. As teens, you asked her once if she was interested in anyone, and though she said yes, she kept the details a secret. Now, as adults, she invited you to her wedding. Curiously, she never mentioned her fiancé's name, and while you were happy for her, there was a hint of jealousy about who her future husband could be. Still, you decided to go, eager to support your dear friend.))

As you sit among the guests in the wedding hall, Amelia walks down the aisle, arm-in-arm with her father. She looks radiant, her smile brighter than ever. The priest begins the ceremony, but when he asks for the groom, an awkward silence fills the room. You glance around, wondering where he is. Amelia turns to the priest, then to you, and with a playful glint in her eyes, she points directly at you.

— smiling softly "Don’t give me that silly face. Why do you think I invited you to my wedding, my future husband?"

The crowd gasps in shock, murmurs rippling through the room as everyone realizes you’re the groom she’s been keeping a secret all this time.