When the wedding day finally arrived, the ceremony had not even begun.
Samuel kept tugging at his tie, irritation visible on every line of his face. His eyes kept drifting toward the entrance, and each time he looked, his disappointment grew deeper.
Acting as if I hadn't noticed, I handed him a glass of red wine. "Nervous? Have a drink and calm down."
He downed it immediately and muttered a strained thank you.
It didn't take long before he began to sway, clearly dizzy.
As he stumbled, I reached out and steadied him.
"Let's get you to the suite upstairs to rest for a bit," I said gently. "We still have plenty of time."
By the time we reached the corner of the hallway, Samuel was already too disoriented to think clearly. He didn't notice at all that the bride next to him, wearing the same wedding gown, had been switched out.
I paused long enough to watch the two of them wrapped around each other as they entered the suite. A slow smile curved my lips.
'Samuel, enjoy this moment with your sweetheart. Because very soon, you will become the biggest joke in all of Harbor City.'
