Sylvia's POV"I'm tired. I'm going to leave now," I said softly, rising to my feet.Just as I reached the exit, I suddenly remembered that I had left my coat on the back of the couch. When I retraced my steps to retrieve it, the door was ajar, allowing me to hear the hushed conversation coming from within the room."Aren't you going to go after her, Aiden?""Sylvia looked so pale just now."Aiden was silent for a few seconds before he replied firmly, "Sylvia won't actually get mad. She's very understanding. She'll feel better after sleeping it off."My hand froze on the door handle.He continued, "Natalia's different. She's feeling awkward now because of what you said. I need to make her feel better."My fingertips felt cold as I gripped the door handle.The word, "understanding", was like a blunt knife. It didn't make me bleed, but it still sawed away parts of my heart.I didn't enter the room.Just then, my phone vibrated.The wedding planner had sent me a message."Are
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