Nadine stopped. She turned and looked at the newlyweds, who were smiling broadly at the right moment. No matter how hard she tried to deny the atmosphere that was emanating from them, the fact hit her just as hard.

Andreas had chosen Vlora, but it should have been me.

Nadine's heart ached. As if there was a crushing grip that had shattered all her hopes all this time.

Thousands of days. Thousands of nights. Nadine had always imagined that she would always be at Andreas' side. That she would be the one who would marry Andreas. That she would smile and laugh in Andreas' embrace.

Sadly, all those fantasies were...