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!”

Magdalen

me, go

with emotion. “Let Sophia keep you company

I’ll come back soon!”

hugged her tight.

back affectionately. “So

snapped a picture of Magdalen and Estelle

the sunset casting a golden glow over the

a

bashful pink

mock annoyance. “Have we met?

clichéd flirting,

Manley admitted with

I’ve seen

tiptoes, feigning cuteness.

be?”

the wedding ceremony. You were

exclaimed.

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

just hours prior. Did she really leave

kidding, right?

of course, we’ve met!”

a devil-maycare grin. “I tend to overlook the less

shade of red,

she glared at him. “What

talking

making Estelle look so good next to

narrowed with a chilling aloofness,

on her, not even a little

to a life of privilege, had never been

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