A/N: A silly little wedding day drabble that has been plaguing my thoughts for a week now. Unbeta'd and took me about half an hour to write, so it's by no means perfect.
Of all the scenarios I imagined growing up, I never in my wildest dreams thought my wedding day would be quite like this. I never imagined I'd be walking down the aisle towards a woman, much less a woman who had once been my boss; a woman who was considered by many to be Satan in his earthly form.
I couldn't possibly have imagined I'd be gliding down the aisle in a gown that had been custom designed for me, preceded by two identical redheads who have become my world. I couldn't possibly have known that my life would be lived in the high fashion that I once held so much disdain for. No, not in a million years did I imagine I'd be walking down the aisle, about to marry Miranda Priestly.
After Paris, things got worse before they got better. It didn't take long for Nate and I to realize that my job hadn't been the problem; we just had nothing in common anymore. Getting the job at The Mirror helped shove me back in the right direction, but I was constantly haunted by a pair of ice blue eyes. Even as she was tormenting me, I had held a strange fascination for Miranda, but it wasn't until I turned my back and walked away that I realized that fascination was love.
As I walk down the aisle towards the breathtaking beauty that is Miranda Priestly, I thank my lucky stars that I remained friends with Nigel; Nigel, who for all intents and purposes, is responsible for this wedding. Without Nigel, I never would have received an invitation to Elias-Clark's annual New Year's Eve gala two years ago, I wouldn't have locked eyes with Miranda the second she walked down the stairs, and I most certainly wouldn't have ever known that my feelings were more than unrequited love.
Things were rocky at the start. Well…Being that we're talking about Miranda, rocky is probably an understatement, but neither of us was willing to let go again. So here we are, two years later, still making it work, learning something new every day.
My knees begin to shake as I near the end of the aisle. I can't stop the tears from welling up into my eyes at the beautiful sight before me. As I finally take my place next to Miranda, a twin on either side of us, she mouths three words that send an instant wave of calm over me.
Forever and Always.
No, I definitely never imagined my wedding going quite like this. But I wouldn't trade it for all the Jimmy Choos in the world.
A/N2: Okay, so maybe there are some gaping holes in my plotline, but like I said: Drabble. It just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Reviews are greatly appreciated