A.n.- I know another story, but I hope you all enjoy it. It's inspired by Satisfied from Hamilton ( because I'm a huge theater nerd). I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Marinette could only attempt to brace herself as she stepped into the room that would be hers for the next couple days. It was a whirlwind, running errands nonstop over the last couple months, all to prepare for this weekend. It wasn't until her to-do list dwindled that she realized how exhausted she was. Still, it was her duty to make sure everything went off without a hitch.

The castle looked like it came straight from a movie. She couldn't believe Amelie was able to cut a deal with the owners for the space. The scenery distracted her for a solid twenty minutes from the car to her assigned room because there was so much to explore. She sighed as she threw herself back on her bed and closed her eyes.

The wedding would be gorgeous, how could it not? In a couple hours, guests would start to arrive for the rehearsal dinner and she would have to put on her best smile. It would be a struggle to cater to everyone and make sure the bridesmaids would behave. She almost started to wonder if it was too much to handle, she didn't want to cause a scene at the wedding. Why Amelie would ever choose her to be the maid of honor was beyond her, there were others more qualified than her.

The sound of her phone ringing was enough to gather her attention, forcing herself off the comfort of the bed. Alya's face flashed across the screen. A smile crept on her face as she hit the answer button.

"I haven't even been gone for 8 hours," Marinette said, a laugh accompanied her words as she started to pace the room.

"I know how you are with directions, just making sure you didn't get lost," Alya teased. A silence hung between them before she spoke up once more, "How is it?"

"It's a castle Aly, it's so beautiful."

It wouldn't be long until her friend would join her for the wedding. There was a relief knowing that someone around to be her rock. She wandered out of her room but stopped at the handrail.

"Maybe your prince will find your shoe on the stairwell," Alya teased causing Marinette to roll her eyes; although she meant well, it was the last thing that would occur.

Before Marinette could retort, her mouth grew dry at the sight of Adrien sauntering into the main room like he owned the castle itself. Marinette's legs wobbled and a small whimper escaped her lips. This would be harder than she thought, the logical solution was that she continued to harbor the anger that she felt towards him- after what he did, it would certainly be justified. She never had made an exception to her liars are losers policy, but a part of her would always be soft towards the blonde. Thankfully because of her vantage point, he wasn't aware of her presence.

"He's there, isn't he?" Alya's voice lacked any enthusiasm.

"I'm in way over my head." The confession slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

"As crazy as I think you are for doing this, just lay low. And if Adrien is headed towards you, hide. After tomorrow, it will all be over." It was a plan that was crazy enough to work. She was the maid of honor after all. There were various duties that could require all of her time. But Adrien was always good at seeing past any excuse that she came up with, it wouldn't take long to put two and two together.

"I don't want-" She was sure she heard the glare resting on her best friend's face, no matter how impossible that was physically.

"Marinette, I want you to promise me that you won't talk to Adrien unless someone else is around."

It was a good ground rule. She could be civil towards him, but any further conversation about what happened between them was done. She didn't want to get sucked back to the start again. Her emotions were fickle like that.

She couldn't bring herself to tear her gaze when she stepped down a couple steps, she was able to spy with a better angle. His skin was paler than she remembered, and his usual fierce emeralds had grown dull. As her foot went to take another step down, her clumsiness betrayed her and sent her sprawling to the ground. If that wasn't enough to gather everyone's attention, the yelp that flew from her mouth was.

Sure enough, she instantly felt the burning of his attention and when she forced herself to look, his mouth was open in concern, but his body was rigid. She wanted to cry out, announce that she was fine to calm the room, but any words had already died on her tongue.

Remembering her best friend's advice, she raced up the stairs and threw herself in her room, locking it behind her. She had gotten careless, her mind chided. A knock on the door caused her to stumble back and double check the lock.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Marinette," Adrien's voice slipped through the crack of the door. "I couldn't help but see... Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I can take care of myself." The bitter tone wrapped itself around her words, why did he even care?

"I wasn't saying you couldn't, I just...can you open the door?" She heard a light thump of either his forearm or head resting against the door. It took all her restraint not to grant his request. There was such a surge of emotions running through her body for the boy. If she opened the door it would cause other problems, ones that she couldn't live with the consequences.

"I don't think that's a good idea," her voice cracked as some tears welled up her vision.

"Please, Mari." She couldn't bring herself to answer his begging voice, her legs were frozen in place. Her head leaned in until the wood hit her skin. She heard a sigh of frustration escape his lips and she knew how he felt. "You can't ignore this forever."

This, the connection between them; she is determined to push it back to the far depths of her mind for as long as possible. Her legs started shaking buckling beneath her. She turned, allowing the door to brace her fall. Why did he still have this effect on her?

Alya would have been proud, Marinette decided, if it was the old her she would have caved and let him in. Now all she had to do was survive the next 48 hours.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Nino's words pulled her out of the dark place in her mind. She would have forced a smile if she thought that he would have accepted it. It had only been 30 minutes into the rehearsal dinner and she already wanted to retreat to her room.

"She told you to talk to me, didn't she?" Marinette didn't even try to beat around the bush as she tore her eyes away from the blonde model, not wanting to cause even more of a scene. "I'll be fine, really." This encounter had made it much easier to lie to people and she hated herself for it. When she turned to meet his gaze, a solid frown was stamped on his features.

"We're friends, too, Marinette," He genuinely was offended by the statement. Just because they didn't talk as much as the others didn't mean it wasn't as valuable. "I'm worried about you."

Her body immediately tensed and she tore her eyes away. Nino had a point. She muttered an apology and her head rested in her hands. "How much did she tell you?"

"Enough," he admitted shyly. Just the thought of Alya confessing everything made her sick- did that include superhero identities too? Nino tilted his head, trying to read her body language. "She told me that you and Adrien had a fight. He has yet to tell his side." Marinette inwardly smirked at the irony. Alya told just as much as he needed to know, and Adrien couldn't tell his side without looking guilty as sin or revealing his biggest secret.

"It's complicated." It was the best way to describe what went down. She had hoped that pushing the boy away would make him drop the subject, but he persisted.

"I have time. I'm currently hiding from Mr. Agreste. He wasn't the most pleasant person when he found out I was the best man." After almost 5 years, the DJ was unsuccessful at winning over Adrien's stone-faced Father. Marinette herself could count on one hand the times she had witnessed the man smile since the engagement. It was proof that some things didn't change over time.

"Nino," Her best course of action was to tread lightly. "Have you ever done something that you regret? Not like forgetting to study for a test- something big."

She wished that the words didn't stick to the back of her throat, it would make this conversation easier. When her blue eyes connected to his chocolate ones, she noticed that his stare continued to bore into her with a hint of confusion.

"What exactly happened between you two?" It didn't surprise her that he wouldn't get it, he still needed the context. Marinette knew that she would need a miracle to not spill everything to the man in front of her.

"Mari!" The voice that filled the air caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, but she would still count the interruption as a blessing. She plastered on her best fake smile before Amelie pushed through the crowd. Immediately Marinette felt warmth from her friend's arms as she pulled her into a crushing hug.

"Have I mentioned how thankful I am for you lately? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here." The cracks in Marinette's heart split further. If she was anything, it was loyal.

Amelie witnessed some of her hardest transitions with college pulling her off the ground during dry spells of inspiration, but she couldn't help but think that she would always be in her debt. Not in return for everything that Amelie had done for her, but due to Marinette's guilt.

"I know you don't always have a way with words, but tomorrow has to be perfect. That's why it's time for you and Nino to come practice your speeches. I don't want any surprises tomorrow."

Stumbling over her words was an older habit that had died out, until about a year ago. "Wait… everyone." Amelie's words sunk in, that meant the green-eyed boy who now haunted her dreams; she couldn't hide from him any longer.

"Of course, Silly, it's the perfect time to practice. There will be even more eyes on you tomorrow." She tapped Marinette's nose playfully.

"I'll be there in a minute," she promised. The words caused Amelie's face to light up as she ran off to gather everyone.

"You don't have to do this." If only what Nino said was true. She wanted to go back to simpler times. Maybe if she did, she would have seen the warning flags or somehow changed the outcome.

"That's where you're wrong." She dragged her body out of the comfort of the chair, if she didn't, Amelie would circle around again. It was time to accept the facts, and it killed her, but it was a burden that she had to bear.

Any comfort or confidence she had gained from her resolve dissipated the second that she stood up. It wasn't the amount of people whose eyes were centered on her, it was one person in particular that she could never get away from when she wanted to. She never thought the day would come where she was wanting to escape from the model. Things were different now, she could feel his eyes burning into her skin, but now she had to learn to ignore it.

Things wouldn't change because of a single day, it was just the start of her new chapter. Amelie would move out leaving a hole in her wake. But that was just how life worked, as people grew older it was perfectly natural to outgrow things or people, or at least that was Marinette's experience. She allowed her eyes to drift over to Adrien and their eyes locked for a brief second; then there were things that life wouldn't allow her to forget.

She raised up her glass breaking the contact with him, if she allowed him in again she would never get past this because she couldn't hurt Amelie. Her arm was subtly shaking, but she could blame it on the nerves. She had to taste her words before they left her tongue, leaving the bitter aftertaste behind.

"To the Bride and Groom."

A.n.- Keep reading if you want to know what happened between them. Let me know what you think! You all are amazing!