Gabrielle’s heart raced, her mind swiftly conjuring up the quintessential

bridesmaid and groomsman love story.

The bouquet toss had slipped from her thoughts; all she saw were Manley’s

mesmerizing eyes, which seemed to dance with a mischievous fire.

The bouquet soared high without competition, and amidst a chorus of shrieks, it

landed gracefully in Estelle’s hands.

The crowd swarmed around her, their cheers and whoops encircling Estelle in a

cocoon of joy.

The photographer’s shutter clicked, capturing Estelle’s gentle smile as she

gazed down at the bouquet.

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Cradling the flowers, Estelle felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom within her. She

sought out the man she wanted to see, but the sea of faces was overwhelming.

Magdalen turned and hurried over to Estelle, her voice bubbling with

excitement. “There you go, you caught the bouquet! You’ll be the next one

walking down the aisle!”

Estelle’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I sure hope so!”

over there,” Magdalen beamed. “You don’t

with me, go

emotion. “Let Sophia keep you

I’ll come back soon!”

tight. “Ella,

back affectionately.

snapped a picture

golden glow

them a radiant tableau frozen in

a bashful pink as Manley

eyes sparkling with mock annoyance. “Have we met?

pretty clichéd flirting,

admitted with

I’ve

on her tiptoes, feigning cuteness. “Oh? And where might

be?”

ceremony. You were a bridesmaid, weren’t

exclaimed.

smile faltered, stuck on the fact that his ‘recollection’ was of

she really

a laugh. “Come on, you’re kidding, right?

of course, we’ve met!”

paying much attention earlier,” Manley said with a

face turned a deeper shade of red, a mix of anger

at him. “What are you trying

even talking

making Estelle look so good next

narrowed with a chilling aloofness, “keep your distance from

on her, not even a little

a life of privilege,

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