[Encore]

When Breanna asked me to pose as a best man at Adam Banks' wedding, I thought it'd be difficult. I'd have to stay quiet and keep my broken hand in my pocket as muchbas possible. That is, until she planted a much better offer: to replace the officiant.

It turns out the original one fell sick and she couldn't find a new one in time. Although the bride's father offered to take charge, Breanna chose me instead. She couldn't afford to have the plan derailed.

I can't believe I'm minutes away from declaring this wedding void. When Adam finishes reading the portfolio, he passes it to me. Before I return it to its original owner, I take a peak through the scandalous receipts. I can even see how Elise, the bride, looks in every single pose of hers. Forced, unnatural. In other words, anything but genuine.

Adam deserves a better woman than this diva wannabe, and Breanna shouldn't trust her anymore. I'd gladly let them roast her. However, I'm Sim Daejung, the master of meddling, and can't be satisfied unless I personally put this bitch in her place.

I fake a mellow tone to address her. "Elise, darling, I'm sure you may want to explain this." I hand her the file, after which her smile contracts and turns into a frown. She reluctantly takes it, pretends to read through it and attempts to leave it to a bridesmaid.

However, I catch her redhanded. "No, no, you have to look at the pictures carefully. You can't just ignore the problem, do you agree?" Adam crosses his arms, and so do the best men. His parents throw puzzled glances at the altar. Elise glowers.

She frantically re-opens the file and stops at one picture, the least compromising one. She insists she has done nothing wrong. "He's just a friend! I planned to rehearse my vows and the speech... you know... the one we'll give at the reception." She gives the bridesmaids a pleading look. "Please, someone help me."

Fortunately for me, none of them are loyal to her. It turns out most of them aren't even acquainted to her, but just to Breanna. Even the best men are suspicious. Elise is cornered. She has one chance to take responsibility of her acts, accepts that the wedding won't take place solely because of herself, and leave with dignity and maturity.

Instead, she chooses to act like a spoiled brat. "You know what, Adam? I thought you cared about me. I thought you wouldn't have any issues with this. It's a test, it's a way for me to prove I'm ready to handle marriage." No, it's an excuse for her to get away with cheating and blackmail.

I intervene. "So, why are you depicted acting flirty with all those men? Do you love Adam, or just his money? Be honest for once." She ignores my warning and just laughs. She keeps maintaining she's in the right.

She hisses at me. "I'm pretty sure you're a fraud and someone snuck you in to ruin my wedding. Shut the fuck up, or I'll turn you in to the authorities for trespassing." Her threats are thin air to me. When she attempts to grab my collar, I make four steps forward and stomp over her.

She falls on the floor and her dress tears, revealing a label I recognize. Atelier LB. Leanne Betts. I suspect that tyrant covered this lame actress's ass multiple times and no-one, not even Breanna or any other accomplice of hers, knew.

Elise protests. "Security! Someone take this goon out! Now!" Nobody listens to her complaints, though. The audience stand up and several attendees start leaving the venue, one by one. Only the bride and groom's families, plus some invitees brought in by Breanna, stay.

I turn to Elise for one more warning. "Darling, you have one last chance to make this right. Admit your faults and everything's gonna be fine. The wedding will be off, but you'll be able to run off to your toy boys with no consequences." Her face turns purple as I mention her side men in what she perceives as a derogatory manner.

The bridesmaids abandon her side, except Breanna, who sneers. "Look at yourself, Elise. I thought you cared. I thought you were genuine. Instead... You staged everything for attention, even our friendship." She shakes her head. I can see her trying hard to retain tears despite her desire to toughen up.

She can't resist, and ends up crying. Only two bridesmaids are left to cheer her up. The rest left in disgust. One of the two girls, a blonde girl with a fringe, puts a hand on her shoulder and comments, "This is too much even for you, Bre. Let's go outside."

The other girl, a brunette with rosy cheeks and a thick layer of make-up on, points out, "Are you sure, Kaitlin? Let's let Bre decide if she wants to leave, okay?"

As I expect, Breanna doesn't want to leave until her ex fake friend gets her well deserved comeuppance. She collects herself, dries her tears, and turns to Elise, a blazing glare plastered on her face. Kaitlin and the other bridesmaid follow suit, joined by Adam.

Then, three people from the audience come to the altar with the rest of us. We all circle Elise. There's no way for her to escape. She's cornered. She has run deep into her demise and won't be able to get our of it unscathed.

She shrieks. "Adam... Breanna... How could you? You both turned your backs at me for what? What do you expect from me, to congratulate with you for the shit you've done behind my back?" She takes her ring off and throws it... in my face!

She turns to me again with an evil glare, her finger raised. "You... I'm sure it's all your doing. I'm sure Breanna turned to you, and you came up with this plan to feed her paranoia. You'll pay for that, whatever your name is. Fuck off!" She flips me the bird, but I laugh at her.

"Sim Daejung, anyway. Oh, you should thank me for putting you out of your misery, psycho." The others gasp. I don't think even Adam has ever had the courage to call her like that before. She isn't just an insecure, full of herself, arrogant and ambiguous prick. She's dangerous.

"I don't care. Fuck all of you. We're over, Adam. Forget me. Go ahead and marry someone else. I don't want to see you anymore, not even in picture. And, you, Breanna, you're out of my life as well. Traitor!" She pushes her now ex fiancé away and runs off the hall. Her family follow her, trying to catch up.

This shitshow is finally over. I think I need some rest now. Crashing a wedding is actually demanding, especially if you have to deal with a bride who's so full of shit.

"What now?" I ask, hoping to be able to return to my hotel and try contacting Della on Instagram. That is, unless she has already moved on.

"This hall was booked until 2pm, so I guess we make full use of it," is Breanna's answer. "By the way, Daejung, I owe you a lot, and I'm sure the rest do."

"Not really. It's me who owes it all to you, folks." This time, it's one of the mysterious guests talking. We've never met, as far as I know; yet, he has a familiar look. Long hair, similar style... Wait, I must've seen him somewhere on a TV show...

Oh, shit. It's the same dude I saw on a quiz last month, the one who won a whopping eight thousand dollars at the Music Box game. Yes, that game that makes you win a lot of bucks if you can guess at least fifty songs. He guessed eighty.

"Jung Sanghyun... is that you?"