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Heat rushes to my face, and I bite back a smile as my heart does a little flip.
A few minutes later, the bridal procession begins.
The entire church shifts as everyone turns toward the grand double doors. A hush falls over the room.
And then…
Holy Moly.
Laura steps through the doors, and she is stunning.
Her wedding dress is an elegant A-line gown with a sweetheart neckline, and delicate lace detailing cascading down the bodice. The sweetheart neckline accentuates her collarbones, and the sheer, off-the-shoulder sleeves add a touch of romance. The skirt flows like liquid silk, moving with her as she walks. A long, sheer veil drapes over her shoulders, her soft curls pinned back with pearl hairpins, catching the light as she steps forward, her fingers clutching her father’s arm.
Honestly, she looks like something out of a fairytale.
But the most beautiful part? The way Keith is looking at her.
His chest rises with a sharp breath. His lips part.
And then - my brotherlosesit.
A single tear rolls down his cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away. Doesn't even try to hide it.
The entire room seems to sigh as Laura reaches him, and when she smiles up at him, there’s no mistaking it - this is love. Deep. Real. Unshakable.
I feel my throat tighten.
My gaze drifts to Blake.
He’s not watching them. He’s watching me.
Our eyes lock, and something shifts in the air. Something weighty, electric.
My breath catches, my heart hammering as a slow, almost reverent expression crosses his face. He doesn’t look away. And neither do I.
The ceremony moves forward, their vows spoken - beautiful, heartfelt promises of forever. And then, at last…
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”
Keith doesn’t hesitate. He pulls Laura in and kisses her like she’s the only thing in the world that matters.
The room erupts into cheers, and just like that - Keith and Laura are married.
The reception is lively, with laughter and music filling the air. The hall has been elegantly decorated - soft golden lights, round tables covered in ivory linens, and floral centerpieces that match the bouquets from the ceremony. People are talking, eating, and dancing.
Keith and Laura share their first dance, swaying to a slow, romantic melody, their foreheads touching. He whispers something in her ear, and she laughs, her eyes shining with love.
I smile, watching them, but before I can get too lost in my thoughts, a warm hand brushes against mine.
Blake.
“You okay?” He murmurs.
I nod, but something about the way he’s looking at me - soft, searching - makes my chest tighten.
“I’m happy for him,” I whisper, glancing at Keith. “For them.”
Blake’s fingers curl around mine. “I know.”
