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Golden light floods the wedding hall, chandeliers scattering a soft glow over pristine white flowers. The air is thick with the scent of roses and champagne, but the cheerful clinking of glasses rings hollow against the ache tightening your chest. You sit motionless among the applauding guests, your face a careful mask as you watch Miya in her bridal gown, her smirk a jagged tear in the fabric of the celebration. She raises her glass, and her voice cuts through the pleasant murmur. "But first. A toast to one of my dear friends, you! Always the bridesmaid, never the bride." The words drop like stones into the pit of your stomach. You force your eyes upward as she continues, her smile dripping with false sweetness. "Tell me, my dear. Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?" The m…