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!”

saw Jonathan over there,” Magdalen beamed. “You

with me, go

“Let Sophia keep you company for

I’ll come back soon!”

tight. “Ella,

back affectionately.

a picture of Magdalen and

casting a golden glow over

two of them a radiant tableau

flushed with a bashful pink as Manley struck

sparkling with mock annoyance. “Have

clichéd flirting, you

Manley admitted with a casual smile. “But

where I’ve

feigning cuteness. “Oh? And where

be?”

were a

exclaimed.

stuck on the fact that his ‘recollection’ was of

Did she really leave such

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

of course, we’ve met!”

Manley said with a devil-maycare

of red, a mix

him. “What are

talking

you for making Estelle look so good next to

with a chilling aloofness, “keep your

your plainness rub off on her, not even a little

accustomed to a life of privilege, had

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