As the evening unfolds, I put on a bright smile and greet the arriving guests. The ballroom is abuzz with laughter and conversation, and I'm determined to ensure everyone has a memorable night.
"Dahlia, you look stunning!" Mrs. Jenkins, a family friend, exclaims, air-kissing my cheeks.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins! You're too kind." I hug her warmly.
I make my way through the crowd, exchanging hugs, handshakes, and well-wishes. The room is filled with familiar faces, all beaming with happiness for Anni and Clyde.
Aunt Sophia approaches, her eyes shining with tears. "Dahlia, sweetie, I'm so proud of you. You're doing an amazing job."
I smile, feeling a surge of love for my aunt. "Thanks, Aunt Sophia. I just want Anni's day to be perfect."
As the night progresses, the energy in the room grows more electric. The DJ spins a lively mix of music, and the dance floor fills with laughing, spinning couples.
I glance around, ensuring everything is running smoothly. The catering staff is efficient, the bar is well-stocked, and the photo booth is a hit.
But amidst the joy and celebration, I feel a pang of sadness. This should be my wedding, my moment with Clyde.
I push the thought aside, focusing on my sister's happiness.
As the evening draws to a close, Anni and Clyde prepare for their send-off. The room falls silent, with all eyes on the departing couple.
Cole, Clyde's best man, approaches me, his expression soft with concern. "Hey, Dahlia, how're you holding up?"
I force a bright smile, cutting him off before he can offer any consolation. "I'm happy for Anni, Cole. Really, I am."
Cole's eyes linger on mine, searching for any sign of weakness. But I've mastered the art of hiding my emotions.
"I know you are, Dahlia," he says gently. "You're an amazing sister."
The warmth in his voice almost cracks my facade, but I steel myself, refusing to show any vulnerability.
Anni and Clyde make their way to the exit, showered with rose petals and cheers. I watch, a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
As the doors close behind them, the room erupts into applause. I join in, pasting on a smile.
The after-party is in full swing now, with music, laughter, and dancing filling the room. I make my way through the crowd, exchanging hugs and well-wishes.
But my heart isn't in it.
I slip outside, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. The stars twinkle above, a reminder of the dreams I once had.
"Dahlia?" Cole's voice calls out from behind me.
I turn, my mask firmly in place. "Just getting some fresh air, Cole."
He approaches, his eyes searching. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," I lie, forcing a smile.
Cole nods, but his expression says he doesn't believe me.
"We should get back inside," I suggest, avoiding further conversation.
Cole nods, and we rejoin the party.
The rest of the night blurs together – laughter, music, and the constant ache in my heart.
As the evening draws to a close, I bid farewell to the last of the guests, exhausted but relieved.
Anni's wedding is over, and I've survived.
But the question remains: what's next for me?
I make my way back to the hotel room, my mind reeling with thoughts. I kick off my heels and collapse onto the bed, feeling drained.
Tomorrow, I'll face the aftermath. Tomorrow, I'll deal with the reality of Anni and Clyde's marriage.
Tonight, I just want to sleep.
But sleep eludes me, and I'm left staring at the ceiling, my thoughts consumed by Clyde.
Why did he choose Anni? Why did he leave me behind?
I thought we were alright, why?
The questions haunt me, and I know I'll never have the answers.
As the night wears on, I finally drift off to sleep, my heart heavy with sorrow.
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