Zoe pretended to throw the bouquet. Her arm went high, her body tilted slightly forward… but nothing. The crowd of women screamed and groaned in protest as Zoe turned around, feigning innocence with a mischievous smile.

“Come on, girls! I was just testing my throwing power,” she said playfully.

The DJ joined in on the fun.

“All right, attempt number two! And this time, it’s for real!”

Zoe took her position again, rolling her shoulders as if she were about to launch an Olympic javelin—and faked it once more.

“Oh, no way!” some of the women shouted, laughing.

“Zoe, you little scammer!” Tatiana yelled through her laughter. “There are women here desperate to get married!”

Celina chimed in, teasing, “She just wants to keep the bouquet for herself!”

Zoe raised her hands in surrender, still laughing. “All right, all right! This time I swear I’ll do it!”

The music picked up again, and the DJ’s voice boomed with excitement.

“In three… two… one… THROW!”

This time, Zoe actually tossed the bouque