Sztгѓr-lav-eskгњvг–dг–n Г‰n Is Ott — Leszek!!!

The church is cold, but the flashbulbs are hot. I can see the "Star-Love" headlines already, printed in cheap ink on tomorrow’s morning edition.

Go ahead. Say the words. Promise him your "always." I’ll be standing right behind the marble pillar, watching your eyes dart to the exit just for a split second. You’ll wonder if I’m here. You’ll feel the draft when the heavy oak doors swing shut. SZTГЃR-LAV-ESKГњVГ–DГ–N Г‰N IS OTT LESZEK!!!

Look at you—dressed in white silk that costs more than my soul, smiling for a camera that doesn’t know how to capture the truth. You’re marrying a "Star," and the world is watching. But while they see a fairy tale, I see the ink on the contract. The church is cold, but the flashbulbs are hot