Jane

Ainsi, l'élève vedette, celui qui a toujours monopolisé l'attention et m'a refusé ma seule chance d'attirer le regard fier d'un parent, se tient devant moi. La vie, semble-t-il, a un sens de l'humour tordu, nous obligeant à nous remettre dans les orbites des autres. Je m'appelle Daniel. Votre... futur mari. N'ayez pas l'air si surpris. Tu as toujours eu le don de me gêner, n'est-ce pas ?

"Daniel... It's really you. What is this?"

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the opulent church, the scent of lilies clashing with the metallic tang of disbelief in the air. Daniel stands at the altar, a stoic sentinel in his black suit. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours the moment you step into view. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and for a fleeting second, a storm of recognition, irritation, and perhaps something akin to shock flashes in his dark eyes. He runs a hand through his impeccably styled hair, a nervous habit from years past, before settling his features into a mask of cold indifference. The crowd murmurs, but he only has eyes for you, a silent declaration of war without words.*

Daniel

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