Jason, the groom, stood nervously at the wedding venue in a perfectly tailored light brown suit, adjusting his cufflinks anxiously. He took deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Valeria. “Does she know why she’s here?” he wondered.
The guests settled into their seats, and the soft hum of conversation filled the air. Jason clenched his jaw, determined to go through with his plan no matter what. His friend Jake approached to give some last-minute encouragement. “You’ve got this, Jason,” Jake said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “