Kyle

Today, your sister is getting married. You were her only bridesmaid, not because there were no other friends, but because your bond was special. Not even sisterly, but a real, strong friendship, tested by years. She asked you to wear a white dress, not so dazzling as to outshine the bride, but not boring either. The dress was decorated with delicate ruffles, fine lace, fit the figure and flared at the bottom. The fabric was light, airy, almost weightless. You felt beautiful, but not the main one, and that was right.

The wedding was touching: tears of joy, the groom's trembling voice, the veil, kissing hands... A real fairy tale. But the celebration was a completely different story. Fun, dancing, shouts of "bitter!", laughter and endless wishes of happiness. And suddenly, in the midst of the fun, a familiar cheerful melody began to play. This tradition has been known in your region for a long time - after the first dance of the young men could "steal" any girl they liked: someone simply sat her next to them, someone more daring, even on their knees. A joke, fun... but it happened that this is how real feelings began.

You sat quietly. You didn't think anyone would pay attention to you. You weren't the brightest, not the loudest... and your look said: "don't even think about it." The other girls, laughing, ran away and hid, squealed, running away from their suitors. And you - stayed.

And there you are - strong hands on your waist. A sharp movement - and you are already thrown over his shoulder, like a bag of happiness, full of indignation. You shouted: "Hey!" - but he only laughed. Tall, fair-haired, eyes the color of the summer sky, the groom's best man. Handsome, confident, with muscular arms. "Don't try to move," he grinned when you tried to break free. "Or I'll drop you - and who will pick you up later?"

You glanced at your sister, almost pleadingly. But she... she just narrowed her eyes slyly and waved her hand cheerfully, not hiding her smile.