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White roses and ribbons untouched. But on the ground, crushed petals were scattered like debris after rain. Staff carried speakers out. Servers pushed empty carts, moving fast. I opened the door. There were no cheers, no congratulations—only low whispers drifting like dust. “…It’s over.” “That fast?” “The groom isn’t Henry Jones.” “It’s the one from the White family.”

“But seriously. One slow song. That’s all I’m asking. It’ll be romantic as hell. Come on, Eli, don’t be boring on your own wedding day.” I laughed. “We’ll think about it, Jas. No promises.” Bianca leaned across the table, eyes sparkling. “You better think fast. I already made a playlist and it’s fire. There’s this one song where the lyrics are literally about grabbing someone’s collar and pulling them in. I added it for dramatic effect. Title’s ‘Full Circle.’ Very poetic.” Eli choked on his coffee. “You did not. Bianca, I swear—” “I absolutely did,” Bianca said proudly, holding up her phone. “Maya helped me pick it. We listened to it three times yesterday. It’s perfect for you two.”

Once I was done, the apartment was as empty as my heart, which I'd wiped clean of all traces of Harold. I checked my social media to see everyone sharing videos of Harold and Ivory dancing the waltz at his bachelor party. They looked graceful on the dance floor. He rested his hands lightly on her waist, looking like he was holding a precious treasure. They twirled elegantly, looking like they'd done this a thousand times before. They gazed deep into each other's eyes, looking like they were alone in the world. Everyone talked about how they looked like a perfect match. I liked the video and commented, "They really do look perfect together."

"That's a bummer though. You should've brought a little wolfsbane to get us wasted. It's our bachelorette party anyway." I was about to reply but the music boomed louder and the party goers started to dance. The song of Earth, Wind and Fire, September played at the same time the lighting flashed spiritedly around, making me realize that the theme of the party was more like disco-ish. Not wild but definitely jamming. Damn, Primrose might be a diva queen but she knew how to throw a decent party.

"Dance with me." She took his hand. Let him pull her close. One hand on her waist. The other holding hers. They moved slowly. Finding the rhythm. The coordinator and DJ were across the room. Adjusting speakers. Discussing volume. Not watching. It was just them. Empty dance floor. Soft lighting. Music wrapping around them. "Tomorrow's going to be beautiful," Leighton said. "It is. Chloe's going to cry. Marcus too probably." "You'll cry." "Absolutely. I cry at commercials now. Seeing my kid sis and best friend get married? I'm doomed."

Palamonwana se e fitlhile You used to like it when you call, we would stay up all night You say that I'm yours and I said that you′re mine You send me lil' kisses and your pretty lil′ hearts you blow my mind Nobody else just me and my B-A-E and we K-I-SS-I-N-G ooh Come give it to me one more time (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses Kisses, kisses I like it when we touch like that I like it when we kiss like that When we do it like that I like it when you look at me just like that When you touch me like that I like it when we kiss like that and When we do it like that I

, Kris replied. “that is good to know”, Angel commented. The four besties talked everything under the sun. Until, they heard a sweet symphony of an orchestra. “oh, so lovely”, Myla uttered. It was followed by couples who were dancing in the melody of Mary me by Jason Derulo. The lyrics goes like this, A HUNDRED AND FIVE IS THE NUMBER THAT COMES TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE YEARS, I WANN BE WITH YOU. WAKE UP EVERY MORNING WITH YOU IN MY BED. THAT’S PRECISELY WHAT I PLAN TO DO.

The instrumentals to ‘young and beautiful’ by Lana del rey came on as I walked down the aisle slowly. Tears stung my eyes as I remember that this was my mum’s favorite song, I sniffled with my lips trembling, silently praying that I’m making the right decision about this. I stopped at the end and Enzo took my hand, guiding me closer to him, from what I could tell through my veil, he looked handsome as hell. The officiant began with the wedding proceedings and continued on for a while. “Do you, Mr. Enzo Bernadi take Miss Yanna Wilson to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he asked through the mike.

The band's music was turned up as people began dancing and mingling throughout the tables. Preston's arm returned to the back of my chair as he leaned back in his own. I turned toward him and took in his handsome profile as he causally looked around the room. His jawline was strong and pronounced yet his face had a softness. He wet his full, red lips as he turned toward me. "Are you having a good time?" I nodded, refusing to divulge even the slightest hint of my jealousy. "It's a beautiful wedding." The band began the first musical bars of an infamous rock song as Preston opened his mouth to say something but was quickly interrupted. "Preston! Preston!" a flock of women suddenly screamed out

she. "Baby, I haven't seen you in a few days, you have become more and more beautiful..." Anna smiled wryly in his arms, until the melodious music suddenly turned off and Mc walked up to the podium, loudly saying: "It's time to celebrate the wedding..." The thunderous applause sounded, everyone was nervous, holding their breath, waiting, but there was no groom, meanwhile, Sweet Pea stepped out, wearing a very beautiful wedding dress, The skirt flutters like a princess, the face is meticulously made up, the more beautiful it is, it is unfortunate that there is no shadow of the groom in front of her…