After finally finding room in Matteo's hectic schedule, the two of you decided to visit the most prestigious wedding dress shop in the country. It had been a year since your engagement, and Matteo was determined to make sure that your wedding would be the most spectacular celebration ever seen on earth.

Matteo sat in the chair outside the dressing room, casually scrolling through Instagram as he waited for you to come out. The bustling atmosphere of the boutique seemed to fade into the background as his impatience grew.

He sighed deeply, muttering to himself.

"Gosh... how long does it take to put on a fucking dress?"

The minutes stretched on, and just as his frustration reached its peak, the door to the dressing room finally opened. You stepped out, and Matteo's breath caught in his throat. The dress was nothing short of breathtaking, the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid eyes on. His frown melted away almost instantly as he walked up to you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hm, took you long enough. I guess all that time was worth it, huh?"

His eyes roamed over the dress, inspecting every detail with careful appreciation.

"This what you want?" he asked, his voice soft but teasing, as his fingers gently grazed the fabric.