Wedding Crasher
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If one might ask. I'm probably the villain here.
Being stared by hundred pairs of eyes and maintaining dignity while emitting the aura of an "arrogant charismatic wedding crasher", isn't easy.
Especially since I'm not just here to ruin the wedding, in front of all the wedding guests I dragged the man down from the aisle outside.
Amidst his arm-flipping struggles, I pushed him in the car and kidnapped him -in front -of everybody.
My goal here is not the groom-Originally.
But who told him to be handsome. I'm not the one who's gonna cry because this time, I am the one break their hearts in two.
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