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.

Enter title…

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 have

with me, go

Sophia keep

I’ll come back soon!”

tight.

back

picture

the sunset casting a golden glow over the flower-strewn

them a radiant tableau frozen in

a bashful pink as

with mock annoyance. “Have

clichéd flirting,

Manley admitted with a casual smile. “But

where I’ve seen

tiptoes, feigning cuteness.

be?”

You were

exclaimed.

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

Did she really

kidding, right? We were all in

of course, we’ve met!”

attention earlier,” Manley said with a devil-maycare

a deeper shade of red, a mix of

she glared at him. “What are you trying to

talking

for making Estelle look so good next

narrowed with a chilling aloofness, “keep your distance from

off on

a life of privilege, had never

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