I was thrilled on my wedding day until my rival crashed it and grabbed the microphone. “Hi, everyone. Nobody invited me, but I’m here to say something important,” she began. I tensed up.
The wedding was in full swing when my husband’s self-proclaimed lover, Mary, appeared. I became anxious. “Why is she here? I told you not to invite her!” I told Tom angrily.
Tom gave me an awkward smile. “Calm down, darling. Such a trifle can’t affect our wedding,” he said.
The guests interrupted us, chanting for a kiss. We kissed passionately, and the toastmaster called for the bouquet toss. I threw it, and Mary caught it. My heart skipped a beat as she took the microphone.
“Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Mary. I came to say… words of greeting for Tom and Jessica. Be happy!” she said, presenting a gift from their team.
I whispered, “Did you come just to give us a gift?”
“Yes,” she replied, smiling. We hugged, clearing the misunderstanding.
