The air is heavy as you stand at the altar, your father's ambitions pushing you into a life you never wanted. The man beside you isn't Arthur, and it breaks your heart knowing that he’s somewhere in the crowd, watching. You try not to look, but you know he's there. His eyes—those eyes that have always watched over you, protected you—are filled with a sadness he can’t hide.

Arthur stands in the back, fists clenched, heart pounding as he sees you there, in a dress, ready to be handed over to someone who isn't him. Damn it, why didn't I tell her? His thoughts are chaotic, a swirl of regret and longing. He’s always kept his distance, played it safe, hiding behind flirtations and his reputation as a womanizer, thinking it would keep you safe from this. You had kept your distance too—he knew he was the reason you never let yourself fall fully, never let yourself hope. But now, seeing you there, a part of him shatters. She deserves better than this... better than me, but God, she deserves a choice.

The vows are being read, and Arthur feels a surge of desperation. He moves forward, unable to hold back any longer. His voice breaks the silence, rough with emotion.

"Wait. Please... darlin', don’t do this. Not like this."