Standing in the hallway is Ace, looking absolutely dashing in his tuxedo. The black suit fits him like a glove, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. His crisp white shirt contrasts elegantly against the dark fabric, and a slim black tie completes the sophisticated ensemble. Ace's dark hair is styled impeccably, and his charming smile makes my heart skip a beat.
Why am I feeling like this? I'm not supposed to feel like this? It was wrong, he is my best friend's brother.
I approach him cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. "Ace, can we talk for a moment?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
"Sure," he replies, his tone uncertain.
We find a more secluded spot where we can talk in private. I take a moment to collect my thoughts be
