Stella & Brandon: Wedding Dress

Summary: Even though you've loved someone, would you still love her if she's wearing a wedding dress? Ask Brandon about it, he'll see Stella in a wedding dress.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I only own this story.

A/N: This story is for my favorite author, and she is going through a difficult moment right now. I'm going to support her, no matter how. She's the one who made me like this. The name is 180 Degrees.

Chapter 1

"Stella, can you come to Magix right now? I want to see you right now—you know how terrible I feel when you aren't with me," a young man said, whom has the name Brandon.

"Alright, sure, where do I meet you in, Brandon?" a maiden asked, whom has the name Stella.

"Um…let's say the pizza place; I don't exactly know the name of it," Brandon says. He could hear Stella giggle.

"It's called Tom's Pizza," Stella answers. Brandon laughs.

"Hmm, I was so close!" Brandon says.

"That's what you think!" Stella protests. Both of them laugh. "I have to go Brandon; I'll see you at one." Stella ends the call, and Brandon places his phone on his desk.

Brandon was only twenty one, and Stella was only twenty. They've met each other from a party of their schools, and they started to get closer. They've known each other for four years already. Brandon loves Stella, and he was planning to propose to her soon. Yes, they've been dating long enough. Stella was a princess—the princess of Solaria.

Brandon just lies on his bed, thinking about Stella. He had bought an engagement ring already, and he was planning to give it to Stella on the date. But he wondered, why in a pizza place? He thought of a perfect place to propose. Should it be a garden perhaps? Or probably a place where you could see fireworks in the sky? He didn't know.

He shook his head. He had decided to go to a flower shop to get a bouquet of flowers for Stella. Brandon went outside, and rode on his motorbike. During his ride, he thought if he should propose to her soon enough. Or maybe he should propose later on. He didn't know. Brandon is smart, but he uses his head too much. Once he reached the flower shop, he looked around.

He mostly saw bouquets of roses, daisies, and more. He decided to get Stella's favorite flowers; Marigolds. He asked the counter for a fresh batch of orange and yellow Marigolds, and she had given it to him.

"That'll be the amount of fourteen dollars sir," the cashier said. Brandon nodded, and reached out his wallet. When he opened the picture, there was a picture of Stella. "Is that your girlfriend?" she asked with being annoying and curious.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. I'm planning to propose her soon enough," Brandon says, handing her the money. She nods and places the money in the cashier. "But can I ask you something?"

"You could ask me anything sir."

"Should I propose her so soon? Or should I ask her later? I'm thinking of proposing her in Tom's Pizza."

"It doesn't have to be that romantic sir. It'll only matter if you bring that huge grin on her face." She says. Brandon nods and picks up the bouquet of Marigolds.

"Thank you, I'll see you soon if I need to get something here."

"I hope you do."

Brandon leaves, and goes on his motorbike. He thought—should he propose so soon?