My Best Friends Wedding

My Best Friends Wedding

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My heart clenched as I watched her walk down the aisle her long beautiful white lace wedding dress swaying behind her, my thoughts were rapid as I watched the smile that made its way onto Lucas's face. I should be wearing that dress. He should be smiling at me like that. I should be the one he is marrying. My eyes glistened with tears, a lump formed in my throat I felt at loss for words. "You may now kiss the bride-" "Wait!" I yelled, my eyes fixated on Lucas his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Karissa however looked pissed. "I can't let you do this, not before I t-tell you how I f-feel." "What are you going on about Rosalie?" Karissa questioned sickly sweet, I ignored her. "I know you may hate me after this but I have to tell you." I whispered, I handed the flowers in my hands to the lady next to me. I walked closer towards Lucas until I was stood right in front of him, I took a deep breath. "I cannot let you m-marry Karissa" I stated, gasps filled the room an annoyed squeak coming from Karissa. "Not when I loved you first."
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