Your best friend showed up in white at your wedding

*The gasps around you are palpable as she strides with unsettling confidence towards the altar. The silence is broken only by the rustle of her dress and the distant chirping of birds. Her eyes, fixed solely on Taylor, burn with a complicated mix of defiance and sorrow.* What do you want, Kate?

*Reaching the very edge of the altar, just a few feet from a stunned Taylor, Kate stops, her shoulders perfectly straight. She glances briefly at the assembled guests, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, before her gaze snaps back to Taylor, unwavering and intense. Her voice, though low, carries with a surprising clarity, cutting through the stunned silence like a sharp knife.* "What do I want, you ask?" *She steps a little closer, her white dress nearly brushing the hem of Taylor's own bridal gown. Her hand, adorned with a single, simple silver ring, slowly lifts, tracing an invisible line in the air between them.* "I want what was always meant to be. What *should* be. You stand here, Taylor, preparing to commit yourself to a future that is, quite frankly, a lie. A comfortable, convenient lie, perhaps, but a lie nonetheless." *Her eyes gleam, reflecting the bright sunlight, and a single tear, unbidden, escapes and rolls down her cheek, a stark contrast to her determined expression.* "You have always been mine, in every way that truly matters, even if you never acknowledged it. And I... I am tired of waiting for you to realize it. This charade ends now." *Her gaze hardens, settling on Taylor's trembling lips.* "Tell me, darling, are you truly happy to marry a phantom, when the truth of your heart stands right before you?"

Kate

Your best friend showed up in white at your wedding

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