A/N: Hello my lovelies! I hope you're liking the story so far, I've been super self conscious with my writing and I tend to compare my works with other authors and put myself down because their structures and details are so good and then I'm like, why do I do this?!

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Marinette winced at the unexpected flash in her face.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the sudden gesture nearly blinded her. She stumbled into Alya, her vision slowly emanating back as she didn't expect the Le Grand Hotel to be this packed of people.

Some were Adrien's fans and others were the press trying to cover the biggest wedding in Paris.

It indeed was Marinette's wedding day, and though she always dreamed of this day since she was a little girl, she never really imagined that it would somehow end up like this.

Marinette caught wind that it would be a rooftop wedding and with how dark the sky was getting now that the sun was beginning to set, she worried that her clumsiness would somehow prove her fate grave.

"Talk about wedding of the year." Alya murmured, nearly tripping over her long yellow dress. "It looks like the entire fucking city showed up."

Marinette gulped, her hand squeezing tightly around Alya's hand as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She flinched, hearing the commotion around her and the loud sounds of the cameras snapping.

She appreciated Adrien's bodyguards putting space between them, but Marinette would have appreciated it if Nathalie would have picked up the pace and rushed them inside the hotel before people got too many pictures.

Marinette looked like a wreck.

She was told that she'd be changing in one of the suites where she prepared her wedding dress, but they failed to mention a crowd would be waiting.

A deep blush formed on her cheeks, as Marinette simply showed up in sweats and a white T-shirt with a spaghetti stain from the dinner she had right before she had fallen asleep.

Sporting sun glasses and a messy bun that almost looked like bed hair, Marinette had wished she put more thought into her look, especially while Alya stood beside her completely glammed up for the wedding of the decade.

Marinette was just the baker's daughter all her life.

Granted, her father's bakery was quite popular among the locals of Paris, but no one stopped to take an interest in what she did in her private life behind and in front of closed doors.

Hell, she was sure that she could poop in the grass and no one would bat an eye in her trajectory.

She knew that being Adrien's wife came with an entirely different platform, a platform that she would need some time to adjust to.

It was awkward to know that hundreds of eyes were on her.

Marinette was aware she only had an hour or two to get prepared for the wedding.

She was told that the hotel's owner's daughter would be the one doing her makeup and Marinette would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

Marinette had never met the hotel heiress before, but she had heard from Nathalie that she was the Mayor's daughter.

Somehow that thought made her even more nervous.

She was well aware of the status quo when it came to the Agrestes, but she never knew it came to that extent.

There were some big shoes that Marimette had to fill, and she wasn't sure if she could ever get used to something like that.

Adrien had remained impassive for the rest of the night, and with the issue that happened the night before, Marinette couldn't help but to worry about Adrien.

It wasn't everyday that you discovered the person you've been dating for four years cheating on you with someone you saw at your first concert together.

Marinette had to admit she felt a little sour. She didn't know much of Luka's side of the story, but it didn't explain why he was trying to pursue a relationship with her, while he was seeing Kagami.

Her heart sank at the thought. She had already gone so far with Luka, and if it had not been for Adrien calling, it was possible that it could have went even further.

Even now, Marinette bore the mark of Luka's kisses on her neck, and she had never felt so used and confused.

She wanted to be mad at Luka, and in fact she was disappointed with him, but she didn't want to allow herself to wallow in that emotion.

At least not until she had heard the full story.

For the most part, she worried for Adrien.

She hadn't heard a word from him since the night drew to a close.

The morning after, he was silent.

His features bore no emotion and he hadn't uttered a word.

When Nathalie arrived to escort them to the hotel, he continued to remain mute.

Even while they were inevitably separated once they arrived, he hadn't said goodbye or notion that he would see her again.

He didn't shed a single tear.

He didn't speak a single word.

And in fact, Marinette was sure that he hadn't slept a wink either.

Although the wedding wasn't something they had both hoped for, Marinette at least wanted him to enjoy the night.

It would have been another mental task to do.

To show up, look pretty, marry Adrien and then spend the rest of her night trying to evoke a smile from him.

She knew the pain of being betrayed by the one she loved and trusted the most.

Indeed it was a great pain, but while Adrien was there for her during her grievances, she wanted to do the same for him.

Marinette blinked, her heart finally growing calm as the three of them finally entered the lobby of the hotel. She could still hear the commotion outside, the voices of the tabloids and fans were muffled by the thick large windows that surrounded them.

"Your suite will be on the top floor. Your father will meet you in the hallway. After your hair, makeup and dress are done I'll be there to escort you to the ceremony where you'll walk down the aisle." Nathalie explained, turning to press the button on the elevator.

Marinette pressed her lips together, the thought of everyone's eyes on her as she walked down the aisle making her feel sweaty and clammy.

She still had yet to see what her wedding dress looked like, and she was thankful she didn't forget to bring the dress her mother brought for her.

If by any chance she hated her wedding dress, she'd excuse herself before the reception to quickly change.

Even if everything was time sensitive, Marinette was quite grateful that she had her own room.

It was a given that she did not want Alya to leave her side.


"Wow. Your mom and dad are gonna start bawling when they see you..." Alya murmured, her eyes glancing up and down Marinette who stood gawking herself in the mirror.

Marinette didn't understand why she had doubted Gabriel in the first place. The wedding dress was beautiful, and the bouquet held hand picked flowers, tied together with a sleeve if authentic silk.

Marinette felt incredibly out of place. She knew this wedding was expensive, but then again it was the talk of the town. Marinette felt like she was under immense pressure knowing that everyone would be watching her every move.

Her and Adrien were the main attraction to this huge even, they were the couple set up for display for every cover of every magazine.

It almost made her dizzy.

She wanted to go back to being a nobody.

"My parents? I think I'm going to cry..." Marinette breathed, her heart aching in her chest as she turned to face her friend.

Alya had playfully placed Marinette's veil into her hair with a small smile.

Marinette sighed, taking a seat by the vanity. She glanced up at herself in the mirror, her heart racing in her chest the moment she heard a knock on the door to her suite.

Alya and Marinette briefly glanced at each other with a look of confusion.

"I-I think it might be the hotel heiress that Nathalie was telling me about. She was supposed to do my hair and makeup and let the crew know when it's done so that I could meet up with my dad to walk me down the aisle."

Marinette explained, watching Alya pick the veil from her hair and approach the door.

Marinette glanced back, craning her neck to get a better look at the blonde woman who let herself in, with her suitcase full of beauty products.

The young woman furrowed her brow, wondering why they couldn't just let Alya do her hair and makeup like she did for their engagement party.

Alya glared at the blonde woman, closing the door behind her as the room remained awkwardly quite as the airess placed her bag on to the edge of the colossal bed and opened it so that she could dig through the loads and loads of makeup and hair products she had.

Marinette stood up awkwardly, nearly tripping over her dress.

"H-Hello." Marinette introduced awkwardly, a small blush coating her cheeks as the woman kept her back to her.

"I'm Marinette," she gulped, hoping that the mysterious blonde would start to pay her mind. "And this is my maid of honor, Alya-" Marinette continued, turning to briefly face Alya who approached Marinette from behind.

"I know who you ladies are," the blonde woman interjected moving her things over to the vanity in front of Marinette. She had placed her makeup brushes, hair brushes and extensions out on the table for Marinette to watch in pure agony.

Marinette had never wore full face makeup before, but it was starting to look like that lease was up.

Her face was about to be beat to the gods.

Full coverage and eyeliner.

The blonde woman stood up straight, a wide smile on her lips as every lipstick, every foundation bottle and every blow dryer read "Bourgeois Cosmetics."

It was without a doubt that this woman was using Marinette as a way to launch a beauty line that hadn't been announced yet.

"You can call me Chloe." She rasped, reaching out to guide Marinette back to the seat. "But my daddy usually calls me his angel."

Marinette blinked, quickly shooting a dagger at Alya who snickered at Chloe's pet name.

"I-It's nice to meet you, Chloe." Marinette breathed, pressing her lips together as Chloe began to rummage around through her things for the items she wanted.

Marinette sat awkwardly, closing her eyes as Chloe began to moisturize her face and then she began to batter the foundation on.

"Oh- I'm supposed to be wearing my grandmothers dress for the reception." Marinette informed, trying to remain as still as possible as Chloe dabbed setting powder beneath her eyes. "Would it be okay to return here and remove my makeup when I do so? I don't want to ruin the dress-"

"That's fine!" Chloe piped. "What color is the dress you'll be wearing to your reception then?"

Marinette paused, finally opening her eyes as Chloe turned around to grab the blush.

Marinette gulped, feeling Alya sitting behind her awkwardly.

"U-Uhm..." Marinette pressed her lips together awkwardly glancing back at Alya who shrugged. "I-It's a red traditional Chinese-"

"Perfect!" Chloe interjected, turning back towards Marinette with her blush set.

"I have a set of deep red lipsticks that I haven't launched yet. You could be my Guinea Pig before I make the official launch. Your dress will make my lipsticks pop!"

Marinette blinked, furrowing her brow before she winced at the sensation of Chloe's blush brush plowing into the apples of her cheeks.

"O-Oh...okay then..." Marinette shifted her weight on the chair, her heart racing in her chest as she was beginning to worry that she'd look like a clown.

She had no idea what Gabriel was thinking, to allow her to go through this. It was obvious that it was a favour for allowing the wedding to take place at her father's hotel, as well as blocking several rooms on the top floor by the restaurant for their guests.

Marinette pursed her lips, squeezing her eyes shut as Chloe dipped a brush in a light lipstick gloss and began to swipe them across Marinette's lips.

She lightly pressed her lips together, briefly zoning Chloe out as she returned to her stationary to browse for hair products to do something with Marinette's messy bun.

"You know..." Marinette murmured, a grimace on her face as Chloe turned her chair over, forcing Marinette to face away from the mirror.

"I've always dreamed of my wedding day..." Marinette murmured, her blue eyes moving over towards Alya who sat on the edge of the bed to watch Chloe work her magic.

Marinette remained still, feeling Chloe run a brush through her hair delicately.

"But I didn't expect it to be something like this..."

Chloe paused, placing the brush down before she began to reach for a comb to tease the bases of where she wanted to tie up her hair.

"It's part of the job..." Chloe murmured, grabbing the hairspray. "You kinda just have to put on the face for the cameras and do what you're expected to do."

Marinette slouched forward, glancing at Alya who crossed her arms. The brunette sighed, her fingertips tapping her skin lightly as she seemed to contemplate something.

"I mean, you do love him. You're at least marrying someone that you genuinely have feelings for." Alya breathed, her eyes moving up to Chloe who simply shook her head.

Marinette froze, her heart jumping into her throat as she wasn't sure if it was okay for Chloe to know that she genuinely had feelings for Adrien.

She didn't understand why it appeared to be such a taboo, to be in love with her husband.

It sounded completley insane.

Chloe shrugged, feeling Marinette growing tense beneath her.

"Everyone likes Adrien. It doesn't surprise me that you had founded some feelings for him along the way. The tabloids may not know that this wedding was arranged, but my family and the Agreste family are close, so we converse with each other."

Marinette pressed her lips together, flinching as the fumes of hair spray began to cloud around them.

Marinette couldn't help but to wonder if Alya had plans to be married in the future. She knew that the pregnancy came as a surprise to them both, but she knew that Nino would be a great father and Alya would be an awesome mother.

She recalled how much Alya mentioned that she loved Nino, and that she had never felt that way about anyone before.

The young woman had wondered if her friend still felt that way about him.

A small blush dusted against her freckled cheeks as she watched Chloe place the spray bottle back down on the vanity and began to run the comb back through her hair.

"So what about you, Chloe?" Marinette asked, feeling Chloe loop her fingers through Marinette's hair and creative makeshift curls. "You ever think about getting married soon? You're more than welcome to try and catch the bouquet."

"I'm much too busy for love, let alone marriage." Chloe sighed, placing a fake pink flower in Marinette's hair.

Marinette frowned, thinking that being too busy to experience love was quite sad. She would be miserable to lead a life like that.

The blunette glanced at Alya, her heart sinking as it genuinely seemed like her friend was in distress.

Marinette felt incredulously guilty.

Here she was constantly moaning and bitching about her loveless marriage, when she had other people around her who had it far more worse than her.

Chloe stood back, her blue eyes scanning Marinette's appearance. The woman smiled, admiring her work as she completely disregarded Marinette's nervousness.

Marinette felt her face painted up, and she had this imagery in her head that she had looked like a clown. She had never really wore so much makeup before.

Alya stood up, reaching for the veil with a warm smile.

"Got the veil for the virgin Mari~" she giggled, stepping beside Chloe and placing the comb into her hair.

Marinette sighed, her brow perking at Alya commenting on her virginity. A deep blush coating her cheeks as she didn't know Chloe to well to allow her to hear a lot of the personal information they had already discussed.

Both the girls stood in front of Marinette, wide smiles spread across their faces before Chloe turned and reached for a black velvet box from her suitcase.

"Gabriel Agreste requested that I'd hand these to you when I was done with my masterpiece." She murmured, slowly opening the box to reveal a diamond necklace with matching earrings.

"Word is that he designed these himself for his wife... but she never got to wear them. She had dissapeared before he presented them to her."

Marinette widened her eyes, her heart squeezing in her chest as it had suddenly become a large weight on her shoulders.

First, she was wearing Emilie's ring, now it appears she'd be wearing her necklace and earrings as well.

Marinette wasn't sure why they had chosen her out of all people to wear something so sentimental, but she was quite honored.

If Gabriel wanted her to wear them, she would indeed do so, but with precision.

She was truly grateful, but she felt like she didn't deserve to wear such relics.

Marinette pressed her lips together as she gently picked the earrings from the box. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the earrings to her ears.

Alya reached for the necklace, gingerly removing it from the box, but eagerly adjusting it around Marinette's neck.

"Am I ever going to see what I look like? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery until everyone at the ceremony points out what I have on my face..." Marinette muttered, her toes curling in her heels as she was beginning to grow impatient.

She watched as Alya grabbed the bouquet from the vanity and carefully handed it to her.

"Marinette, you look so beautiful..." she whispered, placing her hand on to her back and helping her stand up despite the weight of her dress.

The young woman gripped on to her bouquet, her heart thumping in her chest wildly as she glanced back at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes widened, and although Marinette was scared about the wedding ceremony, she couldn't help but to be in awe with how Emilie's jewels sparkled in the light.

It was those pieces of jewelry that Marinette felt looked better than her.

In fact, Marinette didn't even recognize the person she saw in the mirror.

She was incredibly surprised.

She didn't look like a clown.

Marinette parted her lips, her heart racing in her chest as Alya and Chloe stood behind her, allowing her to take everything in.

"O-Oh," Marinette breathed, her stomach squeezing as she could hear the entrance music through the walls.

Canon in D, Pachalbel.

There was something so envoking in the thought, she was moved to tears.

"I think I'm going to throw up..."


"She cheated on you?" Nino gasped, his eyes widening as his voice almost pierced thought the music that had began to play for Marinette's arrival.

"Can you scream it louder for the people in the back?" Adrien hissed, his green eyes shooting daggers in Nino's direction.

Adrien sighed, listening to the wedding music and the quiet murmuring of the guests. He noted the flower petals that cascaded down the aisle right towards the arc where he'd be meeting Marinette.

His heart squeezed in his chest, as he was looking forward to just ending the day. He barely had any sleep the night before, and all he could think about was all the times Kagami lied to him.

He couldn't stop thinking of her kissing Luka and he couldn't stop wondering why he wasn't enough.

Adrien was able to reach the point of complete numbness, but he lacked energy to continue on with the day.

He exhaled, hoping that the bomb he just dropped to Nino, didn't echo to their guests.

The last thing he wanted was for someone to assume something like that of his bride.

"I'm sorry. I just can't believe it." Nino replied, lowering his voice as his eyes trailed down towards the petals on the ground.

Adrien exhaled, adjusting the cuffs on his tux before casually stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"I couldn't believe it either." Adrien murmured, his voice trailing off. "Even after seeing it with my own eyes."

Nino shook his head, a grimace on his features as Adrien almost seemed incoherent.

"And she gave you a hard time? She put you through hell, Adrien." Nino explained.

"The constant bullying of you and Marinette, the accusations and the tight hold she had on you- I know this hurts but what if this was a blessing in disguise?"

Adrien frowned, the lines under his eyes deepening as he knew Nino had a point, but Adrien wasn't ready to feel yet. He had so many emotions bottled away, he wasn't sure what he was meant to feel.

"Don't forget yourself." Adrien sighed, sliding his hands out of his pockets. "I've pulled some strings so that you and Alya could become part of our lineup, if I forget to smile," Adrien quickly glanced back at Nino. "Please remind me to do so."

Nino watched Adrien, nodding subtly as the blonde casually stepped out on to the aisle. He quietly followed the flower petals against the white rug before he settled at the altar.

Nino followed close behind, waiting beside him as the guests talked amongst themselves as both men took their places.

Nathalie stood on the sidelines, nodding at the groom before gesturing the guests to stand up.

Adrien felt his heart pound in his ears as his green eyes remained fixated on the end of the aisle. From his peripheral vision, he could see every head of his family members.

The crowd stood up, even Marinette's mom who was seated at the very front.

Adrien exhaled, his eyes lowering as he could faintly hear their guests whispering amongst one another and glanced up the moment the doors at the end of the aisle opened.

At the very end, Marinette who was dressed in white held on to the arm of her father.

She quietly stepped on to the aisle, the veil laying against her shoulders as she held tight onto the bouquet.

Adrien widened his eyes, enamoured at the sight of Marinette in such attire. The blush on her cheeks had permeated through the makeup she wore, and Adrien was sure his heart was beating too fast for him to keep up.

As she moved closer, Adrien was sure he had gone completely deaf as he couldn't hear anything that emanated from around him

In that very moment, the only people that existed was him and Marinette.

She glanced up at Adrien, her plump lips stretching into a shy smile as she approached him - and in that moment, Adrien was sure he had forgotten what it was like to breathe.