Stuck in an elevator with a stranger was bad enough. But when Lena found out Dylan—a charming, suit-clad mystery man—needed a fake date for a wedding the next day, things got even weirder. A power outage, a bold proposition, and one tempting question: Would she really say yes to a total stranger?
Lena checked her watch for the third time in a minute. Late. Again.
She exhaled sharply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she strode down the boutique hotel’s hallway.
The air smelled of fresh lilies, their floral sharpness mixed with the faintest trace of citrus and polished wood.
It was the kind of scent that clung to weddings—the kind that brought memories of champagne toasts, aching feet in high heels, and teary speeches that went on too long.
A fitting reminder, considering her best friend had gotten married last week.
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Lena reached the elevator and jabbed the button, as if sheer determination could speed up the machinery.
She bounced on her heels, fingers tapping anxiously against the strap of her bag.
The soft chime of the elevator arriving barely registered in her brain before she darted inside.
Just as the doors started closing, a blur of movement caught her eye. A man lunged in after her, his shoulder bumping into hers as her suitcase wobbled dangerously.
“Sorry—” he started, a breathless chuckle in his voice. He straightened, brushing an imaginary wrinkle from his crisp suit.
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Lena barely spared him a glance. “No worries.”
And then, everything stopped.
The elevator jerked violently. The lights flickered once, twice, then steadied. The hum of movement vanished.
Lena’s stomach clenched. A thick, loaded silence filled the small space.
She pressed the button repeatedly. Nothing.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she muttered, pressing her palm against the cool metal doors as if she could will them open.
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Beside her, the man let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall. “Classic. Always when you’re in a rush.”
Lena finally turned to him fully. Sharp blue eyes. Tousled blond hair. A suit that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover.
A Hallmark movie hero, if she’d ever seen one.
“I take it you have somewhere important to be?” he asked, his lips quirking in amusement.
“A dinner with a friend,” she muttered. “She got married last week. We planned this before I leave town.”
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“Ah,” he nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Funny coincidence. The wedding I’m going to is tomorrow.”
Lena blinked. “Wait. You’re—”
“Dylan.” He extended a hand, palm up, as if this was the most normal introduction in the world. “Groom’s best friend. And emergency wedding date seeker.”
Before she could even process that, the intercom crackled overhead.
“Uh, folks? Seems like we’ve got a small power outage affecting the elevators. We’re working on it. Might take a bit.”
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Lena closed her eyes briefly. “Perfect.”
Dylan chuckled. “Look on the bright side. At least we’re not alone in here.”
She shot him a look. “Right. Because being stuck with a stranger is somehow better than being stuck alone.”
He shrugged, flashing a lazy grin. “Depends on the stranger, doesn’t it?”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. The hum of hotel activity beyond the metal doors felt distant, as if they were suspended in time.
Then, out of nowhere, Dylan asked, “So, any chance you’re up for a second wedding in a week?”
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Lena turned to him slowly, brow raised. “Excuse me?”
“I need a date for the wedding.” He smirked, leaning against the wall like this was just another casual conversation.
“My ex is going to be there, and I’d rather not be the guy sitting alone at the singles table. Think of it as a fake date for a noble cause.”
Lena let out a short laugh. Was this guy serious?
“You’re really asking a total stranger to be your plus-one while we’re trapped in an elevator?”
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Dylan shrugged, completely unbothered. “So, is it a yes or a no?”
Lena never thought she’d actually go through with it.
The whole thing had sounded ridiculous—a fake date with a man she barely knew, just to help him save face at a wedding. And yet, here she was.
She smoothed her hands down the fabric of her red dress, the one she had almost left hanging in the back of her suitcase.
It wasn’t her usual style—too bold, too eye-catching, too much.
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But something about tonight made her want to be someone else, even if just for a few hours.
Dylan stood beside her, a glass of champagne in one hand, his other resting lightly on the small of her back. Steady, effortless, completely at ease. Unlike her.
She forced a polite smile as yet another guest approached, throwing curious glances her way.
Weddings were strange like that—everyone wanted to know who you were, why you were there, if your presence meant something.
Dylan, on the other hand, played the part perfectly.
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He leaned down, murmuring in her ear, “That woman in the blue dress has been trying to figure out if we’re engaged for the past ten minutes.”
Lena barely stopped herself from laughing. “Should I flash a fake ring just to mess with her?”
His eyes twinkled. “Tempting. But then I’d have to plan an even faker proposal.”
They moved through the ballroom like they had done this a hundred times before—his touch easy, his words charming, his smile like a safety net.
And then there was the dance.
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The moment his fingers laced with hers, the moment he guided her into a slow, fluid rhythm, Lena forgot for a second that this wasn’t real.
His grip was firm but gentle, the kind that told her to trust him. The warmth of his palm against her waist sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine.
This was pretend. She knew that. But something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—made it too easy to forget.
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As the bride and groom swayed in the center of the dance floor, Lena tilted her head up. “So, tell me,” she murmured, “what’s the deal with this ex of yours?”
Dylan took a sip of champagne, and for the first time all night, his smile flickered. Just for a second.
“Maya,” he said, rolling the name on his tongue like it was still a part of him. “We dated for a while. Things got… complicated.”
Lena raised a brow. “Complicated how?”
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He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking down to the golden liquid swirling in his glass. “She thought I wasn’t serious enough. That I didn’t have time for her.”
“And did you?”
Dylan paused, then let out a dry chuckle. “Maybe not. But I was trying.”
Before Lena could respond, someone called Dylan’s name.
She turned just in time to see her.
Maya.
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Lena didn’t need an introduction to know exactly who she was.
Tall. Poised. Beautiful in that effortless way that made other women feel like they were trying too hard.
Her presence filled the room with a quiet kind of power—like she knew she belonged anywhere she went.
And when she reached Dylan, she hugged him.
Not a casual, polite hug. Not an awkward, we-used-to-date hug.
Something in between. Something that made Lena’s chest tighten in a way it shouldn’t have.
She wasn’t supposed to care. This wasn’t real.
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And yet, it sure as hell felt like it was.
The reception was in full swing—laughter, clinking glasses, music that vibrated through the floor—but Lena barely heard any of it.
Her fingers gripped the stem of her champagne glass a little too tightly as she watched Dylan and Maya across the room.
Too close. Too familiar. Too much. Their voices were low, their expressions unreadable. Whatever they were saying, it wasn’t for her to hear.
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And yet, she couldn’t look away.
This was supposed to be a game. A favor. A night of harmless pretending. But now, her stomach twisted, and she hated the feeling.
A shadow moved beside her. “Everything okay?”
Dylan.
Lena blinked, dragging her gaze from Maya. She forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “Great. You and Maya catching up?”
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Dylan’s frown was subtle but there. “Not really. She just wanted to check in.”
Check in. Right.
“Lena,” he started, voice softer now, careful. “You know this isn’t—”
“Not real?” she cut in, her heart hammering. “Yeah. I know.”
The words felt wrong.
She swallowed hard. She needed to leave before she made a fool of herself.
“Thanks for the night, Dylan,” she said, turning on her heel. “But I think I’m done playing pretend.”
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And then, she walked away.
Lena had her bag packed before the sun had fully risen. She had spent the night convincing herself that walking away was the right choice. No messy feelings. No unnecessary complications. Just a clean break.
But as she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped into the hotel lobby, her chest felt heavier than it should. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep. Maybe it was something else.
She headed toward the café, craving caffeine and distraction, but fate had other plans.
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She turned the corner too fast, and suddenly—collision.
Hot coffee sloshed dangerously close to her dress as Dylan stumbled back, gripping his cup to stop the spill.
“Lena?” His voice was a mix of surprise and something else—something unreadable.
She cursed under her breath. Of course. Of course, she had to run into him now.
“I was just—” she started, but Dylan wasn’t buying it.
“Leaving?” His eyes locked onto hers, sharp, searching. “Without saying anything?”
Lena exhaled, torn between pride and something that felt a lot like longing. “It was just supposed to be a one-time thing, right?”
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Dylan was silent for a beat, then let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “That’s what I thought, too.” He hesitated, then took a step closer. “Until I realized I didn’t want it to end.”
Lena’s pulse stumbled. “What?”
“Last night,” he said, his voice softer now, steady, “I watched you walk away, and all I could think about was how much I didn’t want you to go.”
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Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Dylan—”
“I don’t care about Maya,” he cut in, his tone firm, certain. “I don’t care about anyone else. I care about you.”
Lena wanted to believe him. But doubt—fear—clawed at her. “What if this is just—”
“It’s not,” Dylan interrupted, seeing right through her hesitation. “You feel it, too. Don’t you?”
She swallowed hard.
Yes.
Yes, she did.
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So, for once, she stopped overthinking.
She stepped forward, reached up, and kissed him.
A kiss that was warm. Real. Nothing like pretending.
Dylan smiled against her lips. “Does this mean you’ll stay?”
Lena laughed softly. “Maybe. But only if you promise to stop getting us stuck in elevators.”
Dylan chuckled, his hand slipping easily around her waist. “No guarantees.”
And with that, Lena finally let herself fall.
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My Sister Planned a Lie Detector Contest for My Fiancé and Me at My Wedding—the Wedding Was Canceled After Taking It
I always thought my wedding day would be unforgettable for all the right reasons. Instead, it became unforgettable for a reason I could never have imagined. It all began when my sister brought a lie detector test to the wedding.
I’m Harlene, a 28-year-old teacher, and until recently, I thought I had the perfect life. My fiancé, Mark, and I had been together for five wonderful years, planning a future filled with love and laughter. That future vanished the moment my sister, Melissa, turned my wedding into a nightmare.
Let me explain.
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Mark and I met through a mutual friend five years ago, and from the moment we connected, it felt like we’d known each other forever.
He was very kind and sensitive to everyone’s feelings around him. What I loved the most about him was how he respected everyone equally and never shied away from helping others.
It didn’t take time before we became inseparable. We’d spend weekends exploring new restaurants, binge-watching sitcoms, and dreaming about the future.
“Har,” he’d say with a teasing grin, “if you weren’t such a good cook, I’d probably starve to death.”
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“Good thing I love feeding you,” I’d reply, laughing as he polished off yet another plate of lasagna.
Mark worked as a software developer, a job that sometimes kept him at his desk late into the night. I never minded, though. I understood his dedication and appreciated the effort he put into his career.
As for me, I was living my dream as a teacher. My students were my little rays of sunshine, and I loved every chaotic, beautiful moment of my job.
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When we decided to get married, we both agreed that our wedding should be a celebration of love and fun. We wanted everyone to feel as happy as we did.
“Let’s make it the kind of wedding people will talk about for years,” Mark said one evening as we brainstormed ideas.
“Definitely,” I replied. “How about games? Fun ones that get everyone involved?”
“Perfect,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “We can have trivia or charades or something. Maybe even a karaoke battle.”
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We even looped in my sister, Melissa, for some ideas. At the time, she didn’t seem particularly interested.
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “You guys are the creative ones. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll help.”
With Melissa’s lackluster input, Mark and I continued planning the wedding of our dreams. Every detail mattered to us, from the playlist to the seating chart.
Mark was attentive to everything, from how the napkins matched the centerpieces to ensuring that the cake was perfect.
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“This is going to be the best day of our lives,” I told him as we finalized the guest list.
“It will,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle.”
And I believed him. I believed in us. We were the perfect team, and nothing could go wrong.
Little did I know, the wedding we so lovingly planned would turn into a moment I’d wish I could forget.
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The day of the wedding had finally arrived, and I was filled with excitement.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t stop smiling. This was it. This was the day I’d dreamed of for so long.
When I walked into the venue, the energy was electric. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, laughing, chatting, and soaking in the atmosphere we’d worked so hard to create.
Mark greeted me at the entrance with a kiss on the cheek.
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“You look stunning, Har,” he said, his voice full of admiration.
“And you look dashing yourself,” I replied with a grin, taking in his crisp suit and the way his eyes sparkled.
Everything felt magical until Melissa grabbed the microphone.
“Alright, everyone!” she called out, her voice cutting through the chatter. “I have a little surprise for the happy couple! I’ve been planning this for weeks, and I promise it’s going to be so much fun!”
I looked at her with wide eyes. I hadn’t heard anything about a surprise game.
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“Melissa, what’s this about?” I asked, walking over to her.
“You’ll see!” she said with a mischievous grin. She waved to a man in the corner, who wheeled in a small machine with wires and sensors.
“What on earth is that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“It’s a lie detector!” Melissa exclaimed, beaming. “I saw this online and thought it would be a hilarious wedding game. You and Mark will answer a few fun questions while hooked up to it. Trust me, everyone’s going to love it.”
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I glanced at Mark, who gave me a skeptical look but shrugged.
“Why not?” he said. “Let’s give them a show.”
“That’s the spirit!” Melissa exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Come on, let’s get started.”
The technician hooked us up to the machine, and Melissa began with lighthearted questions.
“Mark,” she said with a smirk, “have you ever eaten the last slice of pizza and blamed it on Harlene?”
He laughed. “Yes,” he admitted, to a chorus of laughter from the guests.
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Next, it was my turn.
“Harlene,” Melissa asked, “have you ever secretly binge-watched a show without Mark?”
“Guilty as charged,” I said, grinning as the detector beeped to confirm I was telling the truth.
The questions continued, each one sillier than the last. Guests took turns coming up with their own, like, “Have you ever lied about liking your partner’s cooking?” or “Did you ever have a crush on a celebrity while dating each other?”
The air was filled with laughter, and I thought this might actually be one of the most memorable moments of the day.
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Then Uncle Sam stood up. His usually jovial face was deadly serious as he walked toward the mic.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Mark, did you ever cheat on my niece?”
Wait, what? I thought. Where did that come from?
I stared at him in silence, while the murmurs filled the air.
Mark chuckled nervously, looking around at the stunned faces.
“That’s a ridiculous question, Uncle Sam. I don’t think I need to dignify it with an answer,” he said, trying to wave it off.
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But Uncle Sam wasn’t smiling.
“I think you should, Mark,” he said firmly. “If you’ve got nothing to hide, what’s the harm in answering?”
I felt my heart pounding in my chest.
“Mark,” I said, trying to diffuse the tension, “it’s just a game. Let’s not ruin the mood, okay?”
Mark turned to me, his jaw tight. “Exactly. It’s just a game, and this question is out of line.”
But the look in his eyes gave me pause. There was no humor there, no easy confidence. He looked… defensive.
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I tried to reassure myself. This was Mark, my Mark. The man I’d trusted and loved for five years. There was no way he’d cheated on me. Right?
But Uncle Sam wasn’t backing down. “Why not answer, then? If it’s absurd, prove it.”
Mark clenched his fists, his face hardening. “Because it’s insulting, that’s why. I don’t owe anyone an answer to something so ridiculous.”
I glanced around the room, noticing the growing unease among the guests. The whispers, the exchanged glances. My pulse quickened. Why was Mark reacting this way?
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“Mark,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Answer it so we can move on.”
But he shook his head. “No, Harlene. I won’t dignify this with a response.”
His response told me something wasn’t right.
“Mark,” I said, my voice trembling, “if you don’t answer, I’m not sure I can go through with this wedding. I need to know there’s nothing to hide.”
He looked around and then sighed.
“Fine,” he said, glaring at Uncle Sam. “No, I have not cheated on Harlene.”
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Uncle Sam looked at the technician. “He’s lying, isn’t it?”
The technician quickly analyzed the results and nodded. “It looks like a lie.”
The gasp from the crowd was deafening.
“What?” I whispered. How is this possible?”
Uncle Sam smiled.
“Is there anyone in this room with whom you cheated?” he asked.
Mark looked like he’d been cornered. “No,” he said flatly.
“Another lie,” the technician said promptly.
I couldn’t believe it.
“Who, Mark?” I asked. “Who did you cheat on me with?”
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He didn’t answer.
That’s when I noticed Melissa, my sister, shifting uncomfortably. A horrible thought crept into my mind.
“Was it her?” I asked, pointing at Melissa. “Did you cheat on me with my sister?”
Mark froze. He looked at Melissa before his gaze locked with mine.
“Tell me Mark!” I insisted. “Was it her? Melissa?”
Mark looked at the ground and said what I didn’t want to hear.
“Yes,” he said.
The machine didn’t need to confirm it, but it did. Truth.
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The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by my shaky breath. My mind raced as I stared at Mark, then at Melissa, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
Before I could even form a question, Uncle Sam cleared his throat.
“I wasn’t going to say anything today,” he began, his gaze fixed on Mark. “But I saw you two together a few weeks ago. I was at the mall, grabbing lunch, when I spotted you, Mark, holding Melissa’s hand. I thought maybe I was imagining it until I saw the way you leaned into her. The way you touched her cheek.”
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He paused, shaking his head in disgust. “It wasn’t how a future brother-in-law behaves with his fiancée’s sister. I hoped I was wrong, but something told me I wasn’t. So, when Melissa showed up today acting nervous and twitchy, I decided it was time to find out the truth.”
His words were like knives, cutting through whatever illusion I’d been clinging to. I looked at Melissa, whose face was streaked with tears. “Why?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “You’re my sister. How could you?”
“Harlene, I…” she started, but her voice cracked, and she couldn’t finish.
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Then, I turned to Mark. “You didn’t just betray me. You betrayed everything we built together. How could you do this? Why?”
Mark looked away, unable to meet my eyes. “I made a mistake,” he muttered, as if that was supposed to erase the pain he’d caused.
My chest tightened, and my vision blurred with tears. I couldn’t forgive Mark. I knew cheating wasn’t just a mistake. It was a choice, and one I could never accept.
Without another word, I ripped off the wires from the lie detector and walked out, leaving behind the man I thought I knew, the sister I thought I could trust, and the wedding that would never be.
Some betrayals leave scars too deep to heal, and this was one I couldn’t ignore.
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