Hi, everyone! Well, as promised, this will be the sequel to my story, A Helping Hand which will basically take all of you on a journey of eighteen-year-old Adrien and of course, Marinette and their classmates as well.

This will take about their wedding planning and also, A LOT of Nathashley as I proposed in the first story.

Anyway, enjoy! - (8/2/2016)

I fixed it a little. Title may change in the near future! - (8/8/2016)

Prologue

"A little to the left, Miss Ashley," the photographer said.

Ashley bent to the left. "Like this?" she asked.

"Yes, yes. Stay like that," the photographer said, snapping a few photos.

Ashley smiled elegantly like she would always do. That day, she had to wear a few wedding dresses and gowns for a feature in a magazine. She was successful in getting the role because the first designs were in her size. She didn't mind.

"Excuse me, Miss, but what is that?" the photographer pointed at a certain something on her wrist.

"This?" she showed her left hand. "It's a gift from a friend. I always wear it."

The photographer nodded to her. He told her to do a few more poses.

"Okay, you can take five," the photographer said, gesturing to his assistant.

His assistant rushed to help Ashley to get away from the photo shoot area. Dylan greeted her with a satisfied smile. She gave out a frown. He chuckled.

"Is that how a bride should behave?" he joked.

"Haha, very funny," she complained.

They went to her makeup room. She took off the dress, leaving herself with an underdress on to wait for the next dress to be worn. Dylan made himself comfortable on a sofa readied for him in her room. Ashley was busy playing with her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she did.

"Any news from Adrien?" he suddenly asked.

"The last thing I heard from him is that he was going to propose to Marinette," she started, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Whoa…! They're only eighteen!" he exclaimed, surprised.

"And in love," she winked to her brother, giggling, "Just like you and your precious one."

Dylan flashed a smile. He stared at his engagement ring. A simple ring with a sapphire gem. He thought of his fiancée, an eighteen-year-old brunette who he spotted at his concert a year ago and fell head over heels in love with her. At first she didn't really return his affection, but after a while, she decided to give him a chance. He would always dedicate his songs to her, supporting her career as a writer. He had proposed on her birthday which she immediately said yes. They were planning their wedding at the time.

"How is she?" Ashley asked.

"Kathrine's doing great," Dylan said, sighing.

She raised a brow towards her brother, curious about his sigh. The makeup artist barged in. She rushed to some hanging dresses at a corner, took a new strapless wedding dress and urged Ashley to put it on. Dylan excused himself to give them some space.

-skiptime-

"I am swamped!" the orange-haired announced.

Dylan laughed. They were on their way back home, in their car. She rested her head on his shoulder, heaving a sigh. He stared at the wristlet dangling on her left wrist.

"So, father offered…" he started.

"Offered what?" she asked, a little annoyed the mentioning of their father.

Dylan smiled. "I thought of taking Kathrine for a holiday, before the wedding," he spoke.

"Okay…where to?" she asked.

"Paris. It's a good excuse to take you as well," he explained.

"Why? I don't want to bother Adrien just yet…" she muttered.

"I have a gig there this February. I thought of staying at Adrien's instead of a hotel," Dylan continued his explanation.

Ashley glanced up at her wristlet. Her blue and pink wristlet. She smiled to herself. Dylan noticed her smile and couldn't help but smile as well.

"I guess I'll go. I can visit some friends," she muttered, looking out through the window.

"That being said, mother insisted on coming as well. Her excuse is to visit her brother-in-law," Dylan explained.

"I don't mind. I can be her company," Ashley said, smiling sweetly.

Dylan nodded approvingly. After dropping Ashley off at home, he went off to meet with his manager about the gig. It was his first in Paris. He was not that famous around the globe but one song that he wrote and sang for his fiancée went global. His manager said that it was a good opportunity to expand his name.