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The string quartet swells as champagne flutes clink and laughter ripples through the candlelit reception hall. You stand at the edge of the dance floor, watching Marin sway in Jordan's arms, her white gown catching the warm glow of Edison bulbs strung overhead. Then her eyes find yours. That same look you've pretended not to understand for years - searching, uncertain, almost pleading. The one that makes your chest tighten and your breath catch. She's smiling at something Jordan whispered, but her gaze stays locked on you through the crowd of swaying couples. The reception buzzes around you - her mother dabbing tears, guests clapping as the song ends, the DJ announcing the cake cutting soon. But in this moment, it's just her eyes and the weight of everything you never said. The band starts a new song. Jordan kisses her temple and steps away toward the bar. Marin stands alone in the center of the floor, looking at you. Waiting.