Flustered greeting
He stammered a greeting, clearly caught off guard, while his bride watched with growing suspicion. “You… you look… different,” he finally said, his voice laced with disbelief and unease. The bride’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, picking up on a tension she didn’t yet understand. I took a calm, deliberate breath and offered a composed smile. “Thank you,” I replied smoothly, my tone confident and measured. His reaction was exactly what I’d hoped for—just the beginning of the many twists I had prepared for the day.
Flustered Greeting
Enjoying the moment
Questions tumbled from his mouth in rapid succession, but I met them with a calm smile, quietly reveling in his visible confusion—it felt like a personal victory. “How did you… When did you…?” he stammered, struggling to hold onto his usual composure. I gently raised a hand to pause him. “Relax, Mark,” I said smoothly. “We’ll have plenty of time to catch up later.” Around us, the crowd watched intently, their curiosity growing with every passing second.
Enjoying The Moment
