Before she was Mrs. Agreste, she was just a young, warm girl.
She was the type of woman to spend her days playing with the cute kittens that she could never afford to buy; her mother was allergic anyway, so even if they could have afforded it, it would be no good.
The blond haired woman still chose to spend her time in the pet shops that were in town and despite her parents' warnings, she'd began to fall head over head in love with Mr. Agreste's son, a man as cold as ice despite his wealth or increasing wealth anyway, because the man was talented.
She loved leaning on his shoulder and watching the man that was older than her and indeed looked the part draw out rough sketches to upoming designs; his parents did everything in their power to promote his designs.
The young woman had known even then that the harsh coldness of his parents' detached treatment of him that only grew attentive when he had a new idea had worn heavy on him.
He didn't know how to be a kid anymore, had never really known, and she didn't mind though her friend called him a killjoy.
Gabriel Agreste was like all of her wildest dreams come true, because sometimes he'd turn a beautiful and soft smile her way; she called them her smiles as he'd never let anyone else see that side of him before.
He'd draw, and she'd lean closer and talk about how the fabric will feel, how delighted she'd be to just wear his designs; other fashion didn't matter nearly as much to her.
Gabriel was like the quiet calm to her boisterous storm; she was quick to rush to defend others, was gentle and loving, thrilled over every touch.
He was calming with the fact that he rarely spoke though let her go on and on; he was gentle with her though sometimes his temper flared so easily though it hardly ever was directed at something she'd done.
Gabriel Agreste was most importantly loyal to her.
She saw a world of difference by his side that no one else could ever cause in her life.
Emilie saw a man that she'd love like her whole world depended on it in Gabriel, and she'd never quite been a quitter, not even as she fell more and more in love with him, not even as the thought of not being with him made her heart ache.
He was her shining star, silent, loyal, dependable, and in its own gruff, almost distant way, loving; Emilie loved him like the sun that took over the sky during the day, pouring every ounce, every ray, of love in her being on to him.
She'd willingly become his main support; the person in life that would be there through the good and through the bad. Emilie would pick up the broken pieces left behind by his parents, ease his broken heart into a better, more dependable love, and she'd never give up on him ever.
Gabriel was everything to her in a way that wasn't overly imposing, and Emilie was willing to comfort him if he ever needed it when one of his designs fell apart or didn't do as well as expected. She'd hold his hand during the quiet moments where they were all that they had, and she'd proudly walk by his side when their supporters and friends grew.
Emilie would gladly walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Agreste, not for the money, not for the fame, but for him, just him, the man that she loved more than anything. She'd support her best friend, one day husband, and she'd love him like the world was ending and these were their last moments together.
She wasn't born a quitter, and she wasn't the type to just give up hope on those that she loved and rooted was a lover, someone who loved with all of her life and all of her will, not someone to simply give up on the man that she one day hoped to marry. They'd get through this together; she just knew it!