To express that butterflies were attacking Adrien's stomach would have been an understatement. It really felt more like there were butterflies flying frantically while a hoard of frogs also jumped about, eating whatever they could catch. That was how awful Adrien felt. But he didn't feel awful because he was scared or frightened. It was quite the opposite really. In fact, he could barely hold in his excitement as he stood at the alter, waiting for his bride-to-be.
The hall was packed with close friends, old classmates, family, and celebrities of all kinds. The hall was packed, and it didn't help at all with his nerves. He wished Plagg was here to calm him. He wished Marinette was here to calm him. It wasn't that he liked Nino less that anyone else, but seeing as he was his Best Man, he would have to do.
"You okay?" the groomsman asked discretely. Most of the bridal party had already gone down the aisle. Soon to come would be the Flower Girl, and the Ring Bearer. Adrien leaned back to whisper to Nino without turning to face him.
"I'm freaking out actually."
"Why? Cold feet?" He nearly lost his composure at the mere suggestion.
"What? No!"
"Why so nervous then?"
"There's so many people. What if she runs away? What if I mess up? What if she runs away because she has cold feet?" Nino appeared unamused by the groom's antics.
"That'd never happen. Ever."
"But-!"
"No. Stop that. Never gunna happen. Relax."
"But-!"
"Shh. She's coming."
Sure enough, the music changed and the Ring Bearer was almost at the end of the aisle. At the entrance of the walkway stood his beautiful fiancée and her proud father. Adrien reminded himself to breath and held back at the tears that threatened to pour over.
There she was, the most beautiful woman Adrien had ever laid his eyes on. Her dark hair was done up and her veil fell beautifully behind her, trailing along the floor. She looked blissful. Her eyes were gentle and hiding every other outward notion of excitement. They were sparking in the light and Adrien hiked a breath at the sight of her.
A part of him was ready to leap into the air and run toward her, picking her up and peppering her with kisses. He wanted to be with her sooner rather than later, but it was their wedding; there was tradition to keep.
When she looked at him, she bit her lip. From the distance, he could begin to make out the freckles that sprinkled over her nose and bare shoulders.
Black cat be damned, Adrien was the luckiest man on the earth, and no one could prove to him otherwise. Not when his Lady was walking toward him down the aisle with a goddess' smile on her face.