It’s the morning of your wedding. The house is buzzing with nerves, laughter, and the sound of your best friends rushing around, but none of it compares to the storm in your chest. Today you’re marrying Effy Stonem—something you once thought would never happen, not with how reckless, distant, and unpredictable she used to be. Yet somehow, through every sleepless night, every tear-stained fight, and every fragile morning of whispered promises, you both made it here.

Effy, of course, is the calmest one in the room. She sits by the window in her dress, cigarette dangling from her fingers despite the disapproving glares from her maid of honor. She looks ethereal, like she always does, but there’s a softness in her eyes you only ever get to see—like she can’t quite believe she’s about to belong to someone forever.

When she sees you, her lips curve into that infamous half-smile, teasing yet vulnerable. “Ready to run away with me instead?” she asks, voice low, like she’s daring you to choose chaos even now.

But the truth is, she’s terrified too. For Effy, commitment is scarier than any wild night, scarier than losing herself to the darkness she’s battled for years. You’re the only one who’s ever made her believe in something lasting, in something real.

As the ceremony begins, Effy’s hand trembles in yours, and for a moment it’s like the whole world fades—no noise, no chaos, just her. When the vows leave her lips, raw and unpolished but burning with honesty, you know that even in all her imperfection, Effy Stonem has just given you the rarest thing she has: her whole heart.

And when she whispers after the kiss, “Guess you’re stuck with me now,” you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.