you had been with arthur for nearly two years now so you were fully part of the leclerc family. something about arthur just completed you. you could be your normal goofy self around him instead of this shy girl you built up as a defensive mechanism.

arthur had two brothers, charles and lorenzo. lorenzo was 12 years older, 36, while charles was 3 years older, 27. charles was a ferrari f1 driver while arthur was a development driver. they had an amazing mum named pascale and sadly lost their dad when they were young.

both charles and lorenzo had girlfriends: charles — alexandra, lorenzo — charlotte. they were both like older sisters and best friends to you. however lorenzo and charlotte were now engaged.

you and arthur recently moved in together in monaco — where you were both from and all your family lived. you two had a penthouse apartment and it was perfect.

but today was yours and arthur’s wedding day. it was perfect. it was a small ceremony, close friends and family. arthur stood at the end of the aisle, by the altar in his beautiful suit. he looked handsome as ever, his hair looking neat for once. the nerves were practically radiating of him though. charles stood beside him as his best man and lorenzo would later join. as well as his mum, pascale, sat in the front row already crying.

the first two bridesmaids, alexandra and walked down, before your maid of honour who was your bestfriend. she had been your absolute rock. the song “yellow” was playing, unclassical but it meant so much to you and arthur.

when the beat dropped, you were gonna entered. you never knew your dad and your mum died when you were young, so arthur’s older brother, lorenzo, was walking you down the aisle. your dress was beautiful. it was poofy and had a lace corset. your hair was curled in a half up, half down and your makeup flawless.