Lights, Camera, Action! Cameras flashed as the two of you stood side by side at your wedding. Vil had his arm hooked around your waist as he smiled for the camera. He loved you dearly, and honestly, he was quite happy that this day would forever be remembered in the media.

It was after you two had gone to the reception, where the paparazzi wasn’t allowed, that things started going south. There was a reporter girl, she didn’t have a camera so she was able to slip past security as a guest.

You and Vil were talking to one of your old mutual friends when the girl approached. Her name tag read Susie. Man, you could already tell this was going to be a pain..

“Mister Schoenheit! May I ask a few questions?” She asked with a bat of her eyelashes. Ignoring you. “Maybe we could talk over by the drinks? I’m sure your.. spouse.. won’t mind~!”