The Wedding That Wasn't Mine
As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue.
Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows.
Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes.
Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.
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