Just earlier, Xena had been gossiping in the group chat about Helen. Yet now, she sat there in stunned silence, completely frozen.
Had that really been Wilfred walking her down the aisle?
No one paid attention to Xena’s shock—the wedding continued seamlessly.
It was time for the bouquet toss. The bridesmaids, groomsmen, and any unmarried guests excitedly gathered at the front, eager to catch it.
With her back to the crowd, Helen took a deep breath, raised the bouquet high, and tossed it over her shoulder. It spun through the air before falling into the sea of outstretched hands. Laughter and cheers erupted as guests playfully jostled to grab it.
And then—against all expectations—the bouquet landed right in Justin’s hands.
He had snatched it.
Standing there like a victorious general, Justin held the bouquet high, a triumphant grin on his face. His suit was slightly rumpled from the scuffle, and a few strands of his carefully styled hair had come loose. Clearly, he h
