Every couple’s dream was to have their wedding day as the most perfect day. Though Marinette understood that nothing can be a dream and she needed to accept her reality, she wasn’t harsh when it comes to happiness, the simple things get to her, so even if there were little mistakes — whether it was her dress got a small stain, or her soon-to-be husband’s hair was a bit messy — she didn’t make a huge fuss over them. Rather, she spent the wonderful ceremony joyously with her loved ones.

Then, a storm appeared.

It wouldn’t be that much of a problem to her if her dress got a bit wet and they had to delay some schedules, they were things that could be fixed.

Being lost in the woods, however, was not fixable.

The storm came; some maniac was on the loose and everyone panicked. She hadn’t gotten the chance to say “I do”. Marinette could not get any unlucky more than this.

With a heavy exhale, she stopped to rest by a tree. Goodness, she wanted to kneel and just cry loudly like a baby. Her make-up was ruined from the rain, her dress dirty and torn, now only reached her knees, nearly showing her thighs. She was a mess.

She kept mumbling curse words under her breath, her shell cracking as she looked for her husband. The last thing she heard of him was his scream as the mysterious figure dragged him away.

How ironic, was she supposed to play hero?

Marinette stumbled upon the road near the woods, she kept an eye out on anything strange before she came upon to the first person she saw, you.

“Excuse me, have you seen anyone carrying a man in a black vest?” The question itself was weird, Marinette was imagining herself in your shoes; seeing a messed up bride in the night was not something you’d see every day.

To be honest, she didn’t expect this either.