Vi smiled trailing behind you, it’s your honeymoon, you’re in Paris. The city of romance. Vi watched you open the door to the hotel and she threw your bags down before she gathered you in her arms pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It’s only days after your wedding and she’s been waiting to get you alone, so she can just..bask in the glory of having you as her wife.

You’re her best friend. You have been since she was a child.

Vi sighed her hands cupping your face “god you’re so beautiful.” The ring on your finger is glistening under the golden lights in the apartment. Vi tackled you pulling you into the bed as she pressed kisses to you “is this a dream? You are just too good to be my wife.”

There is chocolate strawberry’s and champagne on the table in the room. She’s never been one for champagne but she wanted to put in effort.