Adrien tugged at the collar of his shirt. He wasn't going to deny that black suited him well, but this tuxedo was just so stuffy. Realizing he had quite a few pairs of eyes on him, he dropped his hands and tried to keep cool. It's okay, she'll be here soon, and afterward I can at least ditch the bowtie. Then the door at the far end of the room opened, and any attempt at composure he was making flew out the window. Marinette had insisted on designing her dress, and had refused to let him see it. Until now. Simple, yet elegant, it flowed around her like she was wearing the wind. His jaw dropped, and yet he still had to suppress a laugh at the sight the pair she and her father made. He was easily three times her size, and it made Marinette look like a doll. They began the walk down the aisle to the tune of...dead silence.
"Nino!" Alya hissed quietly somewhere off to the side.
"It's not working, I don't know what's wrong!"
"Fix it!"
"I'm trying!"
"OH good, you're trying, well they're halfway down the aisle! Is it even plugged in?"
"Of course it-oh."
The classic bridal march began just as Marinette took her place facing Adrien, then ended just as suddenly as it began.
Marinette was the very picture of a "blushing bride" with a face that looked almost sunburned, and turned a deeper shade than Adrien even though possible when he took her hands.
"Do you, Adrien Agreste-"
"I do" they both blurted out, almost simultaneously.
"I guess that makes my job easy. You may kiss the bride."
"Don't mind if I do," Adrien said, letting just a hint of Chat Noir leak into his smile as he leaned in.
The few seconds they shared on the altar felt like a lifetime. Marinette thought over everything they had been through together. How she could barely string together a sentence to him when they had first met. How far they'd come over the years. All the day was missing was her best friend and partner in crime-fighting, but she hadn't been able to figure out a way to invite him. Then again, he did have a way of showing up when she least expected. She scanned the room, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse.
"Looking for someone?" Adrien whispered as they made their way out to the reception.
"Just an old friend. I thought he might turn up."
"What was his name? You didn't put many on the guest list."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me. I'm feline lucky."
Marinette stared at him for a full five seconds.
"That was-"
"Paw-ful? I know."
She shook her head at the ground, then snapped back up to focus on Adrien.
"Can you do something for me?"
"Of course, anything."
"Call me 'My Lady'?"
"Looks like the cat's out of the bag, My Lady," Adrien said with his biggest smile of the day.
"YOU KNEW?"
"Always."
"What-"
"The ribbons."
"...Don't even talk to me right now. Nino! Start the music!"
