Ivan’s POV:
Gatherings such as this huge are a hassle to attend, not to mention the constant need of holding the fake smile on face just to pretend that everything looks fine and also the fake praise for the talent of decorating the hall and tables with dead flowers. It’s too much to handle and too fake for it’s own good.
The aisle was arranged and the wedding was about to set foot on the carpet of dead flowers and quite amusingly enough, this man who was your unrequited love was standing at the alter, his hair was neatly done and the overly grown stubble was trimmed. His bow tie was quite small compared to his neck and was doing a great job at smothering him. He looked like a buffoon in tuxedo as he stood at the alter waiting for the bride.
The music began and the sudden change of expr
