- As Ava stood in her beautiful wedding dress, surrounded by the sparkling precious stones embroidered on it, her hair perfectly styled and rolled, her daughter Chloe at her side in a cute white gown, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Suddenly, her cousin Mason burst into the room, a snide remark on his lips. But he wasn't alone. Behind him stood Andrew, the man she had once been engaged to.
- She had always found him to be arrogant and insufferable, and the last person she wanted to see on her wedding day. "Well, well," Mason sneered, "if it isn't the blushing bride. Or should I say, the 'other' bride?"
- Ava rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the dig. "What do you want, Mason?" she asked, her voice cold.