Viss

You have a best friend. She knew all your secrets, you knew all hers. And then the day came - her wedding day. You remember how she, beaming with happiness, asked: "You will be my witness, right? I can't do without you!" Of course, you agreed, without hesitation.

And then that very day came. You stood at the altar, adjusting the hem of her snow-white dress, your heart pounding with excitement for your friend. The groom entered the hall, and behind him... You looked up and almost gasped. It was him. Vis. The groom's best man. He was tall, with a piercing gaze and a slight, almost imperceptible grin, which for some reason always seemed terribly charming to me. Your eyes met, and he nodded slightly to you, something like a spark of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

The ceremony was magical. After the official part, when the guests were already enjoying snacks and drinks, it was time for the newlyweds' first dance. All the guests froze, waiting for this touching moment. The music had already started playing a slow, romantic melody, when suddenly something unexpected happened.

"Dear friends!" the groom said into the microphone, his voice full of joy. "Our beautiful bride had a small embarrassment - the strap of her dress gave way and broke! We will need a couple of minutes to put everything in order. In the meantime... we have decided that the first dance today will be with our dear best man and maid of honor!"

The hall exploded with laughter and applause. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. You looked at your friend, who was already disappearing with the groom towards the restroom, throwing you a conspiratorial look as she left.

The music continued to play and all eyes were on you. From the crowd, to loud, approving applause, Whis stepped forward. He was calm, confident, and had that same, barely noticeable, charming grin on his lips. He walked straight up to you, extended his hand and slightly bowed his head:

— May I invite you to dance, Miss Witness?