g chocolate eyes are brimming with tears, and her face is etched with worry. I approach her, concern etc

walk down the aisle with my sisters." I examine her appearance - the white dress

ed them?" She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know. I went to some roo

hallway to her left. "And where is your Mom?" She gestures to another corridor around the corne

search yields nothing. I enter an empty room, which appears to be a waiting area, but find no flowers. Moving on, I approach another door, slightly ajar, and knock gently. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Sil

n a man and the bride, Olivia Stone, in her stunning white wedding gown. Despite the darkness, her beauty shines through, but her expression is far from joyful. The m

Guilt fills her voice. "I love Aiden." Roman scoffs, pain evident in his expression. "No, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't have cheated on him with his best friend." Olivia cries, and my heart breaks for the man waiting at the altar. The world around me freezes. What's happening? Did I just hear them right? Did they betray Aiden? "Roman," Olivia pleads, tears streaming down her face. "I was stressed, alone, and confused. I made a mistake, and so did you

nt, and I wasn't strong enough to accept he wasn't there for me. My heart longs for him; I want to spend my life with him, marry him." Roman's voice shakes with pain. "No, you d

, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" Olivia cuts me off, her eyes wide with fear. "H

x? You mean Luna's fiancé?" I feel a sense of dread wash over me. "Please, just forget this," I plead. "I'll pretend I didn't see or he

tion with Roman. Her panic is palpable as she frets about the potential consequences. "What if she tells someone? What if

e the unfolding drama. The mother's parting words only add to my unease: "It's time for Olivia to walk down the aisle." I'm desperate to flee and erase the even

ll conversing with Roman in the garden, or has she returned to the room alone? I p

e altar. "It's almost time." Luna's excited squeal fills the air, and I steel myself to look up. The sight before me is heartbreaking. Aiden Klein stands at the altar, his eyes fixed on the aisle, his face radiant with joy a

n's gaze never wavers from the aisle, his smile slowly fading as the delay stretches on. Confusion etches his face, and the murmurs of the crowd grow louder. I feel a lump form in my throat, a

g for Olivia to return, to reconsider, to spare Aiden the agony of being abandoned. But it's too