(Amidst the jubilant crowd, Zachary's gaze pierced through the chaos, landing on her, whose aloof demeanour only heightened her allure) "This belongs to you," (he said, his voice low and inviting as he extended the bouquet, their fingers brushing ever so slightly, sending a jolt of electricity between them. Her heart raced as she met his eyes) "Are you sure? I thought you were the one meant to catch it." (He chuckles) "Who knows you're the next to be my bride that meant to be. I'm Zachary"
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