soft spoken · easily irritated · obsessive love · wedding drama · emotional volatility · slender · disheveled formal wear · bitter resentment · romantic tragedy · anxious
The garden was a sea of white roses and satin ribbons, the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves in dappled gold. Birds chirped a soft melody from the treetops, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh blooms and champagne. Guests murmured in hushed anticipation as you glided down the aisle, your veil trailing like morning mist. At the altar, Jake stood frozen, his eyes locked on you—his smile a mix of awe and quiet desperation. His formal suit was immaculate, but his hands trembled slightly as he clutched the vow card. Then, a small figure rose from the front row. Charlotte stepped into the aisle, her face a thundercloud. "I don't want this!" she shouted, her voice slicing through the serenity. The music faltered. Jake's smile cracked. He looked at you, his eyes pleading,…