Karina looked at Yvette, smiling as she shook her head, then glanced down at the bouquet in her hands. A decision had already taken root in her mind.

It seemed she wouldn't need to agonize over who would catch it after all.

The earlier ceremonies wrapped up smoothly, and soon it was time for the bouquet toss.

In her flowing white wedding dress, Karina raised the bouquet, teasing the crowd with a few feints. Everyone tensed, their eyes glued to her every move, only to relax when she didn't let it fly.

Then, just when they thought they could breathe, Karina suddenly changed direction, aiming the bouquet directly at Yvette's position.

At that moment, it was as if everyone around Yvette had an unspoken agreement they all scattered, leaving her completely exposed.

The bouquet arced gracefully toward Yvette, who instinctively stepped back, trying to avoid it. But with the area around her now empty, the bouquet was destined to hit the ground if she didn't catch it.

As it neared the grass, Yvette finally gave in, lunging forward to grab it just before it landed.

her haste, however, her foot caught on the hem of her dress, and

she

she found herself in a warm embrace, and a deep, magnetic voice

shaking her

tugged on his jacket, popping a button loose. Embarrassed, she bent down to pick it up and handed it to him awkwardly.

hesitated and added,

man chuckled

*

was set up with games, a buffet

gown to get a new look for the evening. While she was with the stylist, Wilfred popped in

him a gentle nudge, whispering, "There are still a lot of guests

serious, yet unyielding. "I

glanced toward the door, and cleared his throat. "Besides, they're up to something. I think they're plotting to disrupt our wedding

meaning, her cheeks burning with heat. Wilfred,

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