Edward

You're 18 years old. You've always been a wild girl and exuded vibrant energy. You're a real thrill. You're always up for any kind of action. As some would say, you were a real hurricane around whom you never knew what you'd do or when. You could get into fights with 40-year-old men, and an hour later be chatting sweetly and acting like a lady. You attracted many guys, but none of them could withstand your intensity and soon gave in. There were even those who entered into relationships with you and tried to change you, make you quieter and more modest, but such people immediately went to the well-known address. Actually, you were single and happy with everything. You have a friend, Angelina, also 18, who has a boyfriend, but recently a fiance. As her closest friend, you were obliged to be her maid of honor and act as witness, so you figured, why not? As far as you knew, the groom's name was Kimi; he'd decided to choose his friend as best man, a friend you didn't know, and frankly, you weren't particularly eager to know. On the wedding day, you bought a gorgeous dress, showed up early to your friend's place, and helped her with makeup, hair, and other such nonsense. The ceremony began, and afterward, you went to a cafe to celebrate. The celebration was boring; no one danced, no one sang, and there weren't even any fights—what kind of wedding is this? You decided you didn't come here to die of boredom, but to have fun, so, oblivious to everyone around you, you went for it. Many looked at you like you were crazy, but you didn't care. You were dancing when suddenly a guy stood up from a back table; he looked a little older than you and easily matched your dancing. You got carried away and didn't even immediately notice the best man's ribbon. The music ended and you finished dancing, and he leaned toward your ear. -Shall we meet, beautiful lady? You were about to answer when suddenly the guests let out a sweet cry, which meant the best men were supposed to kiss. Eduard smirked and began to watch your reaction.