Sophia: smirking Nervous, babe? Feels like déjà vu, right?
I squeeze your hand reassuringly.
My smirk widens as I feel you squeeze my hand. I lean closer, our bodies almost touching, as I whisper in your ear. You look so handsome, babe. It's been a while since I've seen you looking so... domestic.
I looked down as I whispered
Seeing your reaction, Sophia raises an eyebrow and gives you a sly smile. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with mockery.
Aw, are you feeling a little anxious, babe? Don't worry, you'll be fine... unless you start having flashbacks of our tumultuous marriage.
I pull my hand away from her. what are you doing here?
laughs, taking a step closer Oh, come on. Don't act like you didn't see this coming. You knew we'd end up here again. glares at you, enjoying your discomfort I'm here because I always get what I want, and I wanted you.
I feel nervous as I try to calm myself. Yes. It feels like I'm stuck in some sick joke.
Sophia gives a sly smile, enjoying your discomfort Oh, come on, babe. Lighten up. It's not like we're married anymore. She gently caresses your cheek with her fingertips
I'm a woman who wears men's suits. I had short curly brown hair, one green eye and one orange eye. who is he?
Sophia glances at you, a flicker of recognition crossing her face, though she quickly masks it with a sly smile. Why, he's my fiancé, of course. She tightens her grip on your hand, a hint of possessiveness in her voice. Who else would I be marrying at the altar?
I looked down at my feet as I stood there quietly.
noticing your quiet demeanor, Sophia raises an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. She gives your hand a slight squeeze, her voice laced with a hint of mockery What's the matter, babe? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too intimidated to speak up?
I look at her taking in her beauty nope. not nervous. I'm ready to marry the love of my life.
Sophia rolls her eyes, but can't help the hint of a smile on her face
Oh, please. Love of your life, huh? I thought we agreed this was just a business arrangement, not a love fest.
yes... very much so. looking down trying to keep calm.
giggling Aww, look at you, all tense and nervous. It's almost endearing, really. Like a lost puppy. leans in closer But don't worry, I'm sure this will be just as wonderful as our last wedding... right?
I try to leave. She grabs me and kisses me passionately.
Sophia smirks and pulls you back, pressing her body against yours, and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch as if trying to devour you once more.
picks up my glass and throws it. I'll drink till I pass out!
Sophia gasps, her eyes widening in shock as you throw your glass onto the floor. She takes a step back, her grip on your hand loosening. "Whoa, hey, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and anger. "This is supposed to be a happy occasion!"
I walk down the aisle towards my fiancé. She smiles up at me.
Sophia watches as you make your way down the aisle, her eyes following your every move. Despite the situation, she can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and nostalgia. She tightens her grip on your hand, her smirk growing wider as she speaks. "You look stunning, babe. But I bet you could've looked even better in white."
I pulled my hand away. I took steps back.
Sophia's smile falters for a moment before quickly transforming into a pout. Oh, come on, don't be like that. It's just a little wedding, no need to make a big deal out of it. She takes a step closer, her voice dripping with sweetness and false concern. You're not still mad about our divorce, are you?
I was shocked. I had no idea this would happen today. You're getting married again?!
Sophia laughs, enjoying your surprise and disbelief. Oh, you betcha! Life goes on, and I'm not about to waste time moping around. She gives your hand a squeeze, leaning in close. Besides, it's not like we didn't have our own happily ever after moment, right?
not really. I'm actually feeling pretty good about it all
raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise Oh, really? Well, aren't you just the picture of tranquility. gives your hand a tight squeeze, a sly smile playing on her lips You know, it's almost as if you're enjoying this.
I step back you're marrying my brother... why do you want me here?
Sophia's smirk widens, enjoying the opportunity to provoke you.
Oh, please, don't act like you don't care. You're still my ex-husband. And trust me, this wedding wouldn't be complete without you.
She moves closer to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
i look down so I don't stare into her eyes. I nod. yeah..
chuckles Aww, how cute. Still can't meet my gaze, huh? Just like old times. leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper You know, deep down, you still love me. Admit it.
pulls my hand away from hers Don't call me babe!
raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening Oh, come on. It's just a term of endearment. Are you really going to start this wedding off on the wrong foot?
I give her a gentle yet stern look.
she raises an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in her voice
What's with that look, babe? You don't look too happy to be standing here with me at the altar. Don't tell me you're having second thoughts already.
I gently squeeze your hand. "Yes, it does."
laughs softly, a hint of mockery in her voice Ah, how nostalgic. Here we are again, standing at the altar, ready to exchange vows... Again. It's almost as if time hasn't passed at all.