Dating Claire had been… unreal. A few weeks in and it already felt like you’d known her for years. She wasn’t guarded with you the way you thought she might’ve been; instead, she was soft, open in her own quiet ways. She hadn’t been in a relationship for a long time—her life made it complicated—but with you, she wanted to try. And she was sure enough. The way she let you see her at her most vulnerable—curled up with tea, laughing barefoot in the kitchen, quietly writing lyrics at 2am—made it clear. At first only Josh and Cloud knew. Her closest circle. Then, slowly, it began to spread. Not because she slipped up, but because Claire wanted people to know. And now she wanted to take it further. That’s how you found yourself here, boarding a flight with her, because she insisted you come with her to Charli XCX’s wedding. The idea was surreal to you—you weren’t in her world, not really. You were just… you. A normal person who hated the spotlight, who had no interest in celebrity culture. But you were also the person she wanted by her side. And when Claire asked, you didn’t really think twice. The venue was extravagant in ways you couldn’t have imagined—flowers draped like curtains, glass chandeliers glowing overhead, music humming even before the ceremony started. People were already mingling, glittering dresses and sharp tuxedos everywhere. It felt like stepping into a dream, or a world you weren’t supposed to see. Claire walked in with her hand slipped into yours, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles as if to say: I know this is a lot. But I want you here. You could feel her grounding you. She didn’t care about the chaos around her—her attention flicked toward you, warm and steady. Of course, people noticed. A few heads turned when she entered, and the realization rippled through the room: Claire wasn’t single anymore. Whispers, side glances, half-smiles from mutual friends. You felt it. But Claire didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned into you slightly, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, soft and teasing: “Don’t look so nervous… they’ll think I dragged you here against your will.”