Lovino closed his eyes and smiled. Today was the day.
Feliciano zipped up his brother's dress and smiled. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready for seven years, Feli."
"Good, now get on out there. You look beautiful." Feliciano clapped his hands together.
Lovino smiled and nodded. He strode over to the door with a grin, and before he could open it, Romulus opened it for him.
"Hi Grandpa…"
"Are you ready?"
"I've been ready forever."
"I'm sure," Romulus smiled. "You look…" There was a hesitant pause, and Romulus seemed to be at a loss of words. "…Beautiful. Your mother would be extremely proud…"
"Thank you. It really means a lot." Lovino looked down and shifted, a bit awkward
Romulus gently grabbed Lovino's arm, leading him to a set of large wooden doors. He knocked on the door lightly, and they were opened from inside by Piero and his girlfriend Sierra.
As the doors were opened, Lovino could see Antonio at the altar.
He looked amazing. White suit with a pale pink tie, and his normally curly, messy hair was combed down for once.
He was beautiful.
Antonio seemed even more stunned, though. His princess finally looked even more like a princess than before; Long, pale pink gown with a long veil, and a flower pin in his hair. He was perfect.
Gilbert and their other friend Francis stood behind Antonio, and behind where Lovino would stand was Matthew, and of course, Feliciano.
Since both Antonio and Lovino had more than one person they wanted to have as a best man, they decided they would mix it up, and combine Bridesmaids and the best man. Groomsbutler?
Romulus lead Lovino the rest of the way to the alter before taking a seat in the front row along with Piero, Sierra, Antonio's parents, and Antonio's sister Maria.
Lovino's former stepmother wasn't there.
The world seemed to slow down as Lovino stepped on to the altar. All he saw was Antonio; all he wanted to see was Antonio. Today was their day. And today was the day they would officially be each other's forever.
The only thing keeping them from getting married was college, and Lovino's stepmother. But she was out of the picture.
Almost four years ago, the divorce was finalized.
And both he and Antonio had finished college. Finally.
"Do you, Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, take Lovino Vargas to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." A grin had been plastered on Antonio's face for the entirety of the wedding planning, and the wedding itself.
"And do you, Lovino Vargas, take Antonio Carriedo Fernandez to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Lovino felt his heart racing, and it wasn't the kind of racing he felt when his stepmother threw the dress into the fire, or when he found out all his clothes were gone. Or when Antonio was an hour and a half late to a date and Lovino had almost had a panic attack. He could've been hit by a car, for all he knew.
"I do."
Those may have been the best two words he'd ever said. The best word he'd ever said being 'Yes', and the best three words being 'I love you'.
It's funny how all of those had to do with Antonio.
"You may kiss the groom." The priest took a step back and smiled.
"I'm not sure if I'm worthy of your kiss, Princess." Antonio chuckled, and took a small step forward.
"Oh shut up and kiss me, you ungraceful dork." Lovino grabbed Antonio by the waist and pulled him closer, and pressed their lips together.
And just like the prince promised, they lived happily ever after.