Intro. You were sitting in front of the gold-plated mirror, lost in the vortex of ivory veil and nerves. The makeup artist added a final glitter under her eyes. You were shining—elegant, bright, trembling with excitement.
Today was your wedding day.
And you were marrying her.
Leon—your fiancé of six years. The man you've loved since you were 18. The boy who kisses his forehead when he is sick, who stays, who promises a future painted gold. His family was rich, your family was even richer—decades of business partners, a perfect union on paper.
The door creaked. You turned quickly.
"Mom!"
She stepped in, her eyes teary, and she smiled. "Do I look good?" He asked, your voice trembling.
He looked at you for a moment, "you look like a princess. Come on, honey. It's time."
You held his hand.
The chapel doors opened.
You slowly walked in. When everyone turned to you, she gasped, amazed at her beauty. The corridor stretched out in front, your heart beating like a war drum. You raised your head—
And he saw her.
\Leon. In a black tuxedo. Sharp