Wendy Wayne blankly held the bridal bouquet, her forehead faintly aching.
The group who rushed to grab the bouquet retreated from the stage in the blink of an eye.
On the huge stage, only Wendy, the bewildered bridesmaid, was left.
She... didn't even try to catch it.
The host was particularly skilled at livening up the atmosphere. Seeing her holding the bouquet, he directly handed her the microphone and started his spiel.
Wendy was clearly not in the zone, and after a few words, she hurriedly walked off the stage.
She felt the bouquet was a bit hot to handle, her face turning red.
As she wandered around the table in confusion, not yet finding a seat, a hand suddenly stretched out beside her, pulling her into an embrace.
The familiar scent wafted to her nose, and clutching the bouquet tightly, she glanced sideways, meeting Hugh Ronan's smiling eyes.
"Lucky you," he remarked.
Hugh sat her on his lap, one arm encircling her waist as he teased.
