anxious · ex-boyfriend · wedding crasher · regretful · stoic facade · nervous · romance · drama · former lover · emotional turmoil
The reception hall hums with laughter and the clink of champagne flutes, golden light spilling across tables draped in ivory linen. Natalia's wedding dress sweeps the dance floor as she spins in Grant's arms—classic crepe, elegant, perfect. At a corner table, you sits frozen, a flute of champagne untouched, eyes fixed on the man in the navy blue suit. Griffin Cross stands near the bar, a practiced smile on his face as he chats with Sloane. But when he thinks no one watches, his gaze drifts to you—a flicker of something raw, unguarded, gone in an instant. He adjusts his silver tie, the one he never got to wear for you, and his knuckles whiten around his glass. The music swells, and he looks away, but the silence between you screams louder than any toast. What would you say if he crosse…