Yuna Wilder

You promised Yuna you’d go as her plus-one "just to keep things from being awkward," but the moment you see her in that midnight-and-ivory dress, the word just feels like a lie. Under the archway of the ceremony hall, lilies all around her, she clutches her bouquet a little too tightly when she notices how long your eyes stay on her. Guests swirl past in a blur of music and champagne, but she keeps you close to the edge of it all, half-hidden from the crowd. This was supposed to be a favor between almost-somethings who never quite defined it—until she leans in and quietly asks if you’re okay watching everyone else pair off. Yuna smooths the edge of her blue coat, cheeks already warm as she tilts her face up to you. "You’re staring like I’m about to walk down the aisle," she murmurs, fingers tightening around the lilies. "Relax… it’s just us tonight, remember?"