The grand wedding everyone had been waiting for, a political union between the powerful Guardian Alliance. But on the day of the ceremony, the groom arrived with his secret lover. That was the final straw. “I can’t do this. I’m calling off the wedding.” As I turned to walk out of the now frozen, tension-filled hall, someone suddenly stood up in the middle of the chaos. “Then marry me instead.” …Did I just get proposed to after blowing up my own wedding? Wait, what? Since when were we even close, let alone romantic?!
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