Amaya POV“Five, four, three…”The countdown echoed around the reception hall, everyone’s voices mixing with laughter and cheers as I tightened my grip on the bouquet. I had swapped my heavy wedding gown for a sleek, elegant dress that let me actually move without worrying about tripping over layers of fabric.Now I stood in the center of the dance floor, the supposed single women behind me, ready to catch.“Two… one!”I tossed the bouquet high over my shoulder. It flew in slow motion, but just as one woman was about to catch it, Cyrus leapt out of nowhere, snatching it mid-air.The crowd gasped in unison. A few people muttered under their breath—even Dante gave him a weird look. Why would he do that?But Cyrus ignored every single stare. He walked straight toward the center of the dance floor, bouquet in hand, and without hesitation, grabbed a mic from the band.“I’m sorry, Amaya,” he said as his gaze met mine. “But I have to do this.”My brows knitted in confusion, and I couldn’t he
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