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The spring morning was warm and bright as sunlight trickled in through the church windows, and guests were chatting softly in the pews as they waited for the ceremony to start. Ivan anxiously fixed his tie for the hundredth time, unsure of what to do with his hands, and at the back of the chapel, Myléne stood at the back of the procession line, taking deep breaths as they waited for the doors to open. Marinette stood in front of her, chatting with Adrien, and she glanced back to notice Myléne’s nervous expression. She smiled sympathetically and turned to place a hand on her shoulder.
“Everything is going to be fine, Myléne. Ivan loves you, and you look incredible, if I do say so myself,” She smirked, admiring her own handiwork that was Myléne’s short, white dress.
“I know. This dress you made is so beautiful; people are going to be looking right at me, and I’m just feeling a little self-conscious,” Myléne admitted, examining her bouquet.
“You’re surrounded by friends and family, Myléne. Everyone here loves you, and Ivan is waiting at the front of the chapel. Just keep your eyes on him, and you’ll be fine,” Adrien advised with a kind smile that Myléne returned.
“He’s right, pumpkin. I’ll make sure you don’t trip, so you just keep looking straight ahead,” Her father said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving them a squeeze.
“Thank you,” She whimpered, tearing up a little.
“Oh, Myléne…” Alya said, stepping between Mari and Adrien to give her a hug. “The only person who should be crying when you walk through those doors is Ivan because he should realize what a lucky man he is.”
“And how lucky he’s gonna be later,” Nino grunted under his breath, and Alya stomped his foot, shooting him a glare as he stifled a laugh.
“You’re right,” Myléne took another deep breath and nodded. “I’m ready.”
Her friends gave her reassuring smiles before taking their places just as the doors opened, and Myléne felt her chest tighten a little. She took a few more deep breaths to relax, reminding herself that her friends had her back, and that Ivan was the love of her life. Surrounded by a room full of familiar faces that she knew and loved, Myléne felt her worries fade as she linked her arm through her father’s as they made it up to the door. Juleka and Rose walked out first followed by Alix and Nathaniel. Next came Alya and Nino then finally Marinette and Adrien. Now it was Myléne’s turn, and she and her father started slowly up the aisle as every stood up.
All eyes turned to her, but she paid them no mind. Her gaze met Ivan’s as he stood by the alter with a loving smile, and suddenly everyone else in the room vanished. She felt her cheeks flush a little as his eyes watered, the perfect image of a blushing bride with a small smile on her lips. Once they made it to the end, her father passed her off, and Ivan gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he helped her up the steps. In that moment, no one else in the room mattered. There was only Ivan and Myléne.