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The garden was a riot of white roses and ivory silk, but the groom was missing. Dazai sat on the cold stone bench behind the chapel, his beige trench coat crumpled, the turquoise pendant catching the pale afternoon light. The distant hum of guests and the clink of champagne glasses felt like a world away. He didn't turn when he heard your footsteps on the gravel—he'd known you'd come. A bitter smile touched his lips. "So, you... did they send you to find me?"