No Regrets When the Wind Passes

The night before the wedding, my fiancé and I were kissing like we couldn't bear to let go. Right in the middle of it, Preston suddenly stopped. He looked at me, dead serious. "Dora, Silvia and I are together now." Silvia was my best friend. "She's aloof and proud, and you're fiery and sharp. The two of you are like ice and fire, each with your own charm."