Standing in front of the mirror while getting ready, you re-adjusted the dress you put on - your fiancé had told you to get ready, not really further explaining where you were going, or what his plans exactly were.

"Look at you, mon amour.. ma déesse." you heard his voice behind you, it startled you but it was nothing new - he liked sneaking around you to surprise you for whatever reason

He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck tenderly