The Wedding Crashers ⚊ Park Jay [ Sequel ]

✗ thirty ✗

⚊ chapter thirty

The morning of my wedding felt like a dream—surreal, yet so vividly real that my heart couldn’t stop racing. I woke up to the soft rustle of preparations echoing through the house, a mix of excitement and nervous energy that seemed to permeate every room.

It was happening, the day I’d dreamt about, planned for, and now it was finally here.

As I looked around the venue, my breath caught in my throat. It was beautiful—no, it was perfect. Every detail seemed to reflect the love Jay and I had built together. The soft hues of the flowers, the elegant decorations, the way the light filtered through the trees, it was as if our personalities had been woven into every aspect of the day.

My thoughts drifted back to the first time I met Jay.

Who would have thought that a chance encounter of a kiss in the mall, a single moment in time, would lead to this?

To him and me, standing on the precipice of forever.

The memories flooded in, our first date, our late-night talks, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world. It all led to this moment, and my heart swelled with a mix of joy, love, and yes, a little bit of nostalgia.

I was stepping into a new chapter, but I couldn’t help but look back at the life I was leaving behind.

The time finally came to put on my dress. It felt like a second skin, flowing and light, making me feel like a bride in every sense of the word. As I stood before the mirror, I couldn’t believe the woman staring back at me.

Was that really me? Was this really happening?

This dress… It held more meaning than just being something beautiful to wear on my wedding day.

It was the dress from Kim Chowon, the woman I had helped save from a doomed marriage. I remembered the day she handed it to me, her eyes filled with gratitude and hope, telling me that it deserved to be worn by someone who knew what real love was.

Chowon had insisted that I take it, saying it symbolized new beginnings and true happiness, things she hoped I would find in my own life.

Now, standing here in that very dress, I felt the weight of all that it represented. It wasn’t just a dress; it was a symbol of second chances, of finding love where you least expect it, and of the incredible journey that had brought me to this moment.

My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

It was Eunwoo. Seeing him brought an immediate warmth to my heart. My brother, my protector, my best friend. He looked at me with such pride in his eyes, and for a moment, I saw the little girl I used to be reflected in his gaze.

The girl who used to run to him when things got tough, who looked up to him with all the admiration in the world. And now, here he was, about to walk me down the aisle.

As we walked together, I could feel the weight of the moment settling in. The soft music, the murmurs of the guests, and then the sight of Jay waiting at the end of the aisle. My heart swelled with emotions, and I felt tears welling up, but they weren’t sad tears.

They were the tears that come when you realize just how much you’ve been given in life.

Looking around the room, I caught sight of Yoon and Isa along with the girls in the pews, already crying for me. Their teary eyes and heartfelt smiles were a testament to the love and friendship we shared.

On the other side of the pews, Jay’s friends, who had become like family to me, were reacting in their own unique ways.

Kiara and Sunhee were already tearing up, their hands clasped together as they watched me walk down the aisle. Minji, ever the cheerful spirit, was waving at me happily, her joy infectious even in this solemn moment. Heeseung, standing beside Jay as his best man, had a proud smile on his face, clearly thrilled for his best friend.