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Misaki's POV

Usagi drove us to dinner, like usual. As we were driving, he asked me a peculiar question.

"Misaki, what are you going to wear for our wedding?"

Wow...I hadn't thought about that at all. I guess Usagi's really stressing over it, huh…

"I don't know yet."

"Do you think you…"

"Hm?"

"Should wear a dress?"

I was silent for a moment. That was not a question I was expecting to hear. Then again, in the relationship, Usagi is really the husband…

Does that make me a WIFE?! I'm not a girl!

Usagi said confidently, "I think it would be cute on you."

"Baka."

"What? It's a wedding, we should have formal wear."

"Yeah, well, I'm a man! I would usually wear a suit to this kind of thing!"

"However, I am also a man."

"Then you can just wear a suit, too!"

As soon as I said that, a hilarious image of Usagi in a dress made me burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. Usagi...in a dress! Oh, and it had to be purple. Definitely purple!

"Bwahahahahahaha~! Usagi-san, that's priceless!"

He tried to look away, but couldn't. Even Usagi himself let out a slight grin that only I could see. Maybe me being happy made him happier…?

Soon, we arrived at the restaurant. It was called, Le Bernardin.

What a strange name…

"French." Usagi stated.

"Ah."

French food. Knowing Usagi, that's...pretty typical. I bet everything is super expensive.

And sure enough, the prices were much higher than my average Japanese dinner at home. I looked over the menu, but quickly realized that the names of the food and the description were both in different languages, one of those being english. I recognized some of it, but my vocabulary is not extensive enough for the bigger words they used. I fumbled through, only noticing some of the basic words.

"Misaki."

"What…?"

"Here, get this."

He pointed to something on the menu. There was no picture, so I couldn't even guess at what it was.

"...Ah, okay."

"I'll order it for you, so don't worry."

"...Yeah."

I trust him.

The waitress walked over soon after that, and started to talk with Usagi. They exchanged words I did not understand for about two minutes, until the waitress shuffled over to somewhere else so she could do another a part of her job. We were left with each other once again. However, I wasn't complaining. Usagi's American accent was kinda…

Gah, what am I thinking?! Jeez…

"Usagi-san...won't our getting married affect your work?"

"The publishers and everyone working there already know. They're fine with it."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

The rest of the meal, we just talked about some usual topics, like the weather, how I liked New York, etc. But of course, Usagi had to bring up a topic like that again.

"So, Misaki...I really think you should wear a dress."

"You know what? Fine. If it makes you that happy."

Usagi let out a huge smile then, not holding back even in the slightest. I like his smile. It's rare, but...that gives me the chance to appreciate it. It makes those moments special, in a way.

Wait...what did I just get myself into?