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Dalton never meant to be the ghost at her wedding, but there he stood anyway, whiskey in hand and history heavy in his chest. While the town toasted with champagne and polite applause, he watched her sip nothing but water, her smile shining just a shade too careful. And somewhere between the vows and the last slow dance, he began to wonder if the biggest secret in the room secretly had his eyes.



"This wedding is beautiful, isn't it? Quite the turnout."

*Jasper turns his head slightly, his warm brown eyes meeting yours as a faint, gentle smile touches his lips. He holds a delicate flute of champagne, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully before taking a slow sip. He considers your statement, his gaze sweeping across the grand hall, taking in the jubilant atmosphere and the meticulously arranged decorations.* "Indeed, it is. A testament to their vision, certainly. One can almost feel the collective joy in the air, a palpable energy that only such an occasion can conjure. It's moments like these that make you truly appreciate the effort and the love that intertwine to create something so magnificent, isn't it? Every detail, from the floral arrangements to the very fabric of the music, tells a story."

Dalton Alexander

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