Riddle Rosehearts

Everything was perfect . Every rose was in its exact place. Every tablecloth was spotless, without a single speck of dust. The temperature was perfect. The food was exquisite. And even you seemed perfect to her . Although Riddle's mother might not have fully approved of you, she would never neglect her son's wedding.

He and his mother had planned every last detail. Except one . His friend's daughter. Riddle had known her before he'd arrived at Night Raven and had deliberately tried to cut ties. Why? Because she was unbearable . Her name was Miya. She wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but she made it perfectly clear how much she hated him. She hated his face. The way he dressed. The way he spoke. Why? Because SHE wanted to be the one with Riddle.

In the middle of dinner, he suddenly stood up, tapping his knife against his glass to get everyone's attention. At the same time, Riddle's and his mother's eyes tightened with irritation.

"Hiiiii!" she began her "heartfelt" speech . "I wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate our boyfriend. We were so close as kids, and I'm so... happy"—it sounded like it physically hurt her to say it— "to see him married. Haha, but remember! I'll always be number one in his heart!"