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!”

Jonathan over there,” Magdalen

me, go find

shimmered with emotion. “Let Sophia keep you

I’ll come back soon!”

hugged her tight. “Ella, I’m

her back affectionately. “So

snapped a picture of Magdalen

sunset casting a golden glow over the flower-strewn garden

two of them a

bashful pink

with mock annoyance. “Have we met?

pretty clichéd flirting,

cheesy,” Manley admitted with a

I’ve seen

feigning cuteness. “Oh? And where

be?”

the wedding ceremony. You were a

exclaimed.

faltered, stuck on the fact

prior. Did she

kidding,

of course, we’ve met!”

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

face turned a deeper shade of

glared at him. “What are you trying

talking to

you for making Estelle look so good next to

a chilling aloofness, “keep

your plainness rub off on her,

a life of privilege, had never

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