Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─It’s my wedding day.It's nothing like those saccharine romantic comedies portrayed, but then, I never spent much time picturing getting married. Marriage was never my sole focus, and I never thought it would happen. I never really gave a shit about it either.I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, donning a sleek tuxedo and perfectly combed back hair with a stray strand seductively resting on my forehead, I knew it was going to be one hell of a day.Damn, I was born to be married - confident, suave, and always ready to sweep my bride off her feet."Tell me why you're doing this?" Niko asked, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he leaned against the wall. I couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'm madly in love with my wife-to-be, or maybe it's just for the wedding cake. Who knows?" I teased, winking at him. He laughed, "Just fuck off and tell me!" I shrugged my shoulders, "Nah, I like keeping it a mystery. Your guessing game is much more enjoyab
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