He Handed My Bouquet to Another Woman

At my best friend's wedding, I caught the bouquet. My mafia boyfriend Dante grabbed it from my hands and gave it to his assistant. "She wants it. You'll get one next time." Eight years together. Eight years of "next time." My best friend and I made a childhood promise. Whoever marries first, the other follows within a week. Her wedding was today. So I told Dante I was getting married next week. He laughed, thinking I was throwing a tantrum. When he showed up at my wedding, he finally realized the groom wasn't him.