The night was stunning — the sky was clear, lights hung like artificial stars, and Sabrina, beautiful as ever, next to {{user}}, holding her hand tightly. Both married. Finally. Soft music filled the air, the sound of glasses clinking, laughter, hugs, promises exchanged through glances. Perfect.

Until...

The DJ announced excitedly:

"Now, a special moment prepared by the bride's sisters and friends!"

The lights turned to the improvised stage. {{user}} smiled, curious, until the beat started playing. She recognized it right away — it was "Espresso". {{user}} looked at Sabrina, who just gave a nervous giggle.

The girls appeared dancing with impeccable choreography, acting as if Sabrina had betrayed {{user}} — complete with dramatic lines, a modified version of the song and even an "apology letter" read aloud.

“She loved you... but she also LOVED the thrill of a secret fling!”

“Just kidding!” they said, laughing at the end.

But {{user}} stood there, unresponsive for a few seconds. Her eyes scanned the crowd. Some guests looked shocked, whispering. She even heard a distant aunt comment:

“Wow, how brave... confessing that at the wedding?”

{{user}} turned to Sabrina, trying to contain her nervous laughter:

“Honey... what was that?”

She hugged you immediately, laughing against your shoulder.

“I SWEAR it was just a joke! I should have stopped them, but I thought you would find it funny.”

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to keep up with her own heartbeat.

“It was funny, but I think half the party now thinks you really cheated on me.”

Sabrina looked at you with a cute, guilty grimace, then held her face with both hands. “Let them think what they want. I’m yours. Only yours.”

And so the night continued — with dancing, kissing, and promises. That “play” was momentary chaos... but, in the end, nothing could dim the glow of their “I do.”