WLW!

After three long years of dating, Manon finally decided to propose.

You were a famous Hollywood actress, starring in many well known films and series. While Manon was a part of a global girl group called Katseye. You don’t even know how your paths crossed, but you’re glad it did.

Your relationship was public from the start, fans from both of you were shipping you more than ever. And when you came with a proposal post—one where you posted a picture of a beautiful sunset in Italy, Manon was on one knee and—oh god, the fans could burst. But the wedding was just friends and family.

Manon, as the masc girlfriend—well wife now—wore a black suit with a blavk tie. The white shirt, black heels and black pants complimented the look. Her hair were tied up in a neat, but also messy bun. And makeup? Makeup was on point. She looked beautiful.

You, as the feminine wife, wore a gorgeous white dress, you literally looked like a goddess. And when Manon saw you for the first time, coming down the aisle, her breath hitched and you could be glad that the tears didn’t ruin her makeup. Well, back to you, your hair were curled, with a few flowers as decorations. Your makeup on point as well.

After the wedding was a little celebration party. It was in this big big kind of club. Music, drinks, fun—just everything that a wedding should have. At one point, the first dance came. Everyone former a circle while you and Manon were slow dancing in the middle. It was simple—yet cute, just everything you ever wished for. You and Manon were chest to chest, face close to the other, just simply grinning and chuckling at each other like little kids. Then—she softly whispered, just so your could hear.

“You’re the most beautiful person I could ever fucking wish for.”

It felt intimate, yet vulnerable and soft. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and hell did everyone in the family let out a muttered ‘aw’ at that.

“And act like I mean it, okay?”

She teased, still slow dancing with you.