Kiara's POV

The smell of jasmine flowers filled the air, a strange contrast to the bright colors and happy music around me. I was dressed in a fancy red wedding outfit, but inside, I felt awful. Yash, the boy I was supposed to marry, wasn't there. He left a note saying we weren't right for each other, and he left. Three years of secret meetings, sweet talks, and dreams of forever—all gone because of a note.