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The next morning, I finally opened my phone. 99+ unread messages in the group. Serafina had tagged me in one voice message: “Sister, I changed the processional music for you. Your pick was too gloomy—weddings are supposed to be happy!” Lorenzo followed with a text: Yeah, the old one wasn’t quite right. The old one? That Sicilian folk song my mother loved—the one I’d chosen since childhood, so she could be with me on my wedding day. Lorenzo knew. Serafina knew. They both thought it was too sad.

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me. My chest tightens. This is my worst nightmare. Not wolves. Not ghosts. Not death. Attention. Dozens of eyes are glued to me. Curious. Excited. Judgmental. Some girls whisper, some giggle, others stare like I’m some kind of celebrity. But I’m not. I’m the girl who sits at the back of the classroom. The girl who eats alone. The girl who avoids eye contact. The girl with secrets. “Luna,” Ethan says again, his voice shaking. “Please. I love you. Marry me.”

I decide to stop reading the news and go to his I*******m, seeing that he posted the same pictures, only with different captions. "It's amazing how my smile with you seems to be more beautiful, how life by your side seems to be more beautiful. I can't wait to go to sleep with you, after another night of love and live forever by your side. I love you my little piece of people that I now have the honor to call my bride!"

The picture was beautiful, beautifully highlighting the pastel pink nail gel on my fingers. I opened my I*******m to post it, captioning it with ‘To happier days, my love.” I hesitated to post the picture, thinking of girls who would hate me for finally cuffing New York’s favorite bachelor. I pressed ‘post’ when I remembered I had all the love I needed to battle the few haters.

In one second, I love settling down and the other second I still want to keep my bachelor status. “Nice dude.” Sebastian gave me a smirk. “I know.” I sipped my drink and laughed dryly. “When will the wedding be?” “Next week.” “What?” Aaron and Sebastian sait it together and I looked at them confuse. “You already prepare everything?” “Yeah.” “Are you that eager to get married?” Aaron teased. “Shut it, Aaron!” I hissed and suddenly someone text me. I took out my phone from my pocket. Jean : Do you like spicy or not?

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

this guy is really a kid I pulled him to my embrace he hugged me like a kid I said "iam not angry rishi I love you but I'm just worried whether now to get married or not that's it" rishi : I promise princess after this problem I will give you grand wedding but for now let's marry simple me : rishi iam never interested in grand wedding I always dreamed of small wedding with family and friends that's it rishi : then let's do it princess we already became one na then let's get married I want to make love with my wife officially me : you shameless pervert rishi : please princess I want you as my legal wife this guy can melt my heart at anytime seriously this guy is beyond my imaginations

My heart started pounding. “Rider…” I whispered. He stood slowly. The restaurant had become quiet. The only sound you could hear was the music being played. Staff members started stepping forward. One was holding a massive banner which read WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND? Then underneath it were tick boxes saying Yes or No. The banner was decorated with my pictures. I couldn’t stop the blush from creeping over my face. Another staff member carried a lit cake, saying the same word as the banner. Then two staff members held enormous bouquets of flowers.