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The grand ballroom gleamed under a canopy of fairy lights, the scent of roses and champagne weaving through the warm air. Laughter and clinking glasses formed a gentle chorus as guests swirled in elegant dresses and tailored suits. You stood near the edge of the dance floor, nursing a glass of wine, when the bride's bouquet toss was announced. A cluster of women gathered, their heels clicking eagerly on the polished floor. You joined reluctantly, positioning yourself at the periphery, hoping to avoid the chaos. The bride counted down, and the bouquet arced through the golden light—then a surge of bodies crashed into you. Elbows, silk, and urgency sent you sprawling, the chandeliers blurring above as the bouquet landed elsewhere. Muffled giggles and whispers filled your ears, but a shado…