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39| cerulean

<picture of the wedding decor is inserted> (above) ^^^

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D I A N E

The days passed slowly, and before I knew it, the day had finally arrived. The day everyone had been waiting for, the day that Yulia had been planning for months. And I was the one who had to plan it all. It was Yulia's wedding day, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I looked around the room, taking in the details of the decorations. A bouquet of white roses with tiny baby blue flowers sat on the table, and the floor was covered with a light blue fabric that looked like marble. It was beautiful, but I couldn't appreciate it. All I could think about was the mess I had made.

My eyes landed on the long table that would soon be filled with guests. It was covered with a white tablecloth that complemented the blue decor perfectly. The gold plates and utensils sparkled in the light, and the blue wine glasses looked like they were made of crystal. It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn't help but feel that something was missing.

Everything was exactly as she had wanted it, with just the right amount of glitter and the perfect shades of blue. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, but it felt hollow. It felt empty without the one person I had wanted to share it with. I had ruined it all.

My eyes landed on the table at the front of the room, the one where the bride and groom would be seated. I felt a lump form in my throat, and I knew I was about to cry. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I wiped my eyes, hoping no one would notice.

An hour passed as I triple-checked everything, making sure that the cake was perfect and that everything was in its place. The guests began arriving, filling up the seats in the room. Yulia had certainly invited a lot of people, and the room was packed. I looked around, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd. I wondered where Isaak was, and if he was even coming.

I hoped that he would come, that he would be here to witness the beautiful day that Yulia had been dreaming of. But I also hoped that he wouldn't go through with the wedding, that he would realize that he loved me and not Yulia. I knew it was selfish, but I couldn't help but hope. I just wanted to be with him.

I turned around, my eyes meeting those of a familiar face. Claudia stood before me, wearing a black corset dress that hugged her curves. "Hey, love," she said, smiling at me. "Are you ready for the big day?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. I forced a smile, nodding my head.

Her brown hair was pulled up into a fancy ponytail, and her makeup was impeccable. "Hey," I said, my smile small and forced. "I know it's hard," she said, biting her lip. She thought she knew what I was feeling, but she had no idea. I wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't.

"Where's the groom?" I asked, my voice strained. It was nearly time for the ceremony to start, and he was nowhere in sight. "Luciano hasn't heard from him since last night," Claudia said, a concerned look on her face. "What do you think happened?" I asked, my heart racing. "I don't know," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. I bit my lip, feeling a wave of guilt washing over me. I had done this. I had caused this.

I hoped that he wouldn't leave Yulia stranded, that he would come and marry her like he was supposed to. But according to what I had heard, he had no reason to even attend the wedding. I was torn between feeling guilty and feeling relief. I didn't want him to marry Yulia, but I didn't want to hurt her either. I was a mess of emotions, and I didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, I heard the wedding bells ringing, signaling that it was time. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like I was going to faint. I looked around, but there was still no sign of him. My panic was rising, and I was starting to lose control. Where was he? Where was he? I needed to know.

I felt a hand on my waist, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I looked up, my eyes meeting his green eyes. I tried to pull away, but he held on to me, his grip tightening. "Let me go," I said, my voice shaking. I wanted to run, to get away from him, but I couldn't move. I was frozen in place.

"Hey there, darling," he said, his smile wide. I wanted to be sick. "Darling," I said, my voice cold. I turned away from him, my eyes meeting Claudia's. She was looking at me, concern written all over her face. I knew she had a million questions, and I didn't know how to answer them.

Suddenly, the music started playing, and my eyes landed on Yulia. She was a vision in white, her brown hair pulled back and covered by a white veil. Viktor was by her side, a proud smile on his face. She looked happy, truly happy. But all I could feel was a deep sense of guilt. I had been the cause of all of this.

She looked stunning, her glittering ballgown made for her and her alone. She held a bouquet in one hand, and her other hand was linked with Viktor's. The whole room rose as she walked down the aisle, their eyes all on her. But I couldn't take my eyes off her, no matter how hard I tried. I felt like I was stuck, unable to move.

Yulia's smile faded when she realized that Isaak was nowhere in sight. I followed Luciano's gaze, and my heart sank when I saw that he looked just as confused as I felt. I was hoping he would give me some sign, some clue that he knew where Isaak was, but he gave nothing away. He looked just as lost as I was.

"Where is he?" she asked, her voice shaking. Viktor looked at her, his expression calm and collected. He knew something that she didn't.

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Just when it seemed like he wasn't going to show up, Isaak finally arrived. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but at the same time, I felt a pit in my stomach. This was it, the end of my time with him. This was where everything came crashing down. I felt like I was in a dream, one that I didn't want to wake up from.

"Before the wedding begins," Luka's voice boomed through the room, and I snapped my attention to him. He was standing on the stage, a microphone in his hand. "I'd like to share something with all of you," he said, his eyes scanning the room. My eyes met Isaak's, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Something was about to happen, something big. I just knew it.

"I want to wish the soon-to-be-married couple a happy life," Luka began. "You've shown that you truly love each other, and that's a beautiful thing," he continued, his voice full of emotion. I was hanging on his every word, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Come on, come on," he said, gesturing for me to join him on stage. I shook my head, my face burning with embarrassment. "She's a little shy, that's all," he said, but I could see the annoyance in his eyes. "Come on, honey," he said, his tone slightly sharp. I gulped, my throat suddenly dry. I knew I had to go up there, but I couldn't bring myself to move.

I picked up the skirt of my purple dress as I made my way to the stage, each step feeling like a mile. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might burst out of my chest. "I love you, you know that," Luka whispered in my ear, his hands holding mine. I tried to resist the urge to pull away, to run out of the room. But I couldn't move. I was frozen, rooted to the spot.

"I hope that Diane and I can be in the same position next year because she's already pregnant with my son," he said, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks. I felt the air rush out of my lungs, and I couldn't breathe.

A chorus of whispers filled the room, and I heard Polina's voice above the rest. "Oh my gosh," she said, her voice full of disbelief. I turned to my side, and my eyes met Isaak's. His gaze was piercing, his eyes dark with anger and hurt. I turned back to Luka, my heart breaking into a million pieces. What had I done?

"This is our revenge, honey," he said, his voice cold. "Better than yours, no?" he added, his lips curling into a cruel smile.