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<\/span><\/a><\/p>\nFrom there, waiters kept rushing out with trays, bumping into the back of my chair, and the strong smell of fried meat made it hard to breathe. At the table sat only a few younger relatives in their mid-twenties and a chatty aunt who kept repeating, with great importance, that \u201cwomen shouldn\u2019t wait too long to have children.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister Mira spent the whole evening trying to make me look like a failure. She would drag me over to the wealthy guests on the groom\u2019s side and loudly claim that I was \u201ctoo picky,\u201d or pretend to be sad that \u201csuch a wonderful woman is still single.\u201d<\/p>\n
People nodded along, gave me advice to \u201cbe simpler,\u201d and someone even said I should \u201cgo to church more often.\u201d And when it was time to toss the bouquet, my sister theatrically threw it in the opposite direction, as if by accident, then announced to the entire hall:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Looks like my sister will have to wait a little longer.<\/p>\n
I was already checking the time, mentally planning my escape through the kitchen, when I heard a calm, low, confident male voice behind me:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Play along. Pretend you came here with me. I promise you \u2014 your sister will regret every word.<\/p>\n
I turned around \u2014 and saw a man who literally took my breath away. Tall, well-groomed, in a perfect suit, with deep brown eyes and a touch of gray at his temples.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Leon, \u2014 he introduced himself with a gentle smile. \u2014 The groom\u2019s cousin.<\/p>\n
Without asking permission, but doing it respectfully, he pulled up a chair and placed his hand on the back of mine. The room reacted instantly \u2014 whispers spread from table to table.<\/p>\n
My sister, standing at the bar with a glass of champagne, froze. Her perfect smile cracked, and her expression shifted into something strange.<\/p>\n