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The young bluenette held her stomach, gasping for air as her mother constricted the binding laces of her corset as tight as possible. Juvia stared at her reflection in the mirror as her waist was pinched together in an unhealthy amount, her lungs scraping against her ribs with every breath she took.

Her hair was done up in curls and braids that looked much different than her own natural waves. Her breast nearly spilled out of the top of her shapewear, but she supposed that was the look her mom was going, to begin with. Everything about her appearance reflected someone Juvia didn't recognize, but she learned a long time ago not to complain about the matter concerning feminine beauty to her mother.

"You have been overeating." Her mom sighed as she measured Juvia's waist. "I was much smaller than you when I was your age."

The comparisons never ended there. To a certain point, Juvia wondered why her mom needed to always tear her down to boost herself up.

"If you want to find a proper husband, you must try much harder, Juvia." Her mom continued to scowl, but it all fell on deaf ears as Juvia continued staring at the girl's reflection, looking back at herself. It was unforgivable.

Her mother had just finished helping her with the dress when there was a light knock at her door. "Come in." Her mother called out.

Once the doors open, they revealed Jose Porla, the man her mother married soon after Juvia's father decided to leave them behind for a new family. Of course, she was too young to remember that man, but that never bothered her. Jose had been in her life from the start, and as far as Juvia was concerned, he was the best father any girl could ask for.

"Juvia, your friend Lucy is here. She said something about you both going on a walk into town?" Jose questioned, standing behind his wife and kissing her head tenderly; it wasn't until his eyes fell on his daughter did he gasp. "Good gods, my dear, can you even breathe."

"She is fine." Her mom argued, pulling him back to her side.

"I am fine." Juvia tried to ease his mind. Unfortunately, there were times her mother went even tighter on her bindings, so genuinely, Juvia knew it could be much worse.

"Since you are going into town. I need you to pay a visit to the Vista's." Her mother continued, and mentioning the name piqued Juvia's interest, something her father didn't miss.

"Of course." Juvia nodded almost too eagerly.

"Here is a list, have one of their workers drop the items at the house later today."

"Yes, mother!" Juvia spoke softer, rushing to her parents and kissing them both. "I will be off now; Lucy is waiting."

After bidding her parents farewell, Juvia rushed out of the room, and Jose let out a low chuckle. "She seems excited."

"Good, I have been talking to the Vista's for weeks, and we all agree our Juvia would be a good match for their Lyon." She smiled as she contently watched her reflection in the mirror.

"You are as beautiful as the day I met you," Jose whispered, taking in her appearance. Memorizing every fine line and wrinkle that formed on her face over time. A proof of all the years he spent loving her.

"Jose, we were just children when we first met." The woman blushed as she sank further into her husband's arms, which grew more tender with each passing year.

"And if it wasn't for that Lockser bastard, you would have been mine from the beginning, and my daughter would be carrying my last name right now, but none of that matters because I have you both now."

The woman stared at Jose through the reflective glass with tears glistening in her eyes. "I don't mean to be hard on her. I just don't want her to be alone like I was. When he left me, it was the hardest days of my life. It felt like I was falling to no end."

"I know. I know. I'm sure Juvia understands why you do what you do, my love."

Juvia and Lucy walked around town arm in arm. The young blond heiress took a liking to Juvia as children, and since then, the now-young women have been inseparable.

"This can't possibly be the same Natsu? The same boy who ran naked down the streets of Magnolia on his 20th name day?" Juvia asked with a wild laugh as they talked about the son of the top businessman, Igneel Dragneel.

"Please, even I was surprised he could pull off something as romantic as a late-night candlelight dinner, gazing up at the stars."

"No doubt, with help from Wendy." Juvia teased playfully, hitting her friend's shoulder.

"Wendy was nowhere near, and if she was, I pity her ears," Lucy whispered with a crimson face.

The smile on Juvia's lips fell, and her legs stopped moving. "You didn't?" She asked with a lump in her throat.

Natsu and Lucy were always on and off; every week was a new chapter of the same story. Juvia believed the pair loved each other, but she worried her friend would end up like her mother and what if she didn't have someone like Jose willing to step up for the both of them.

"He asked me to marry him," Lucy explained, pulling the glove off her hand and showing Juvia the ring. "And I said yes."

Tears filled the blond girl's eyes as she recalled the night before. "I love him, and he loves me. We are going to get married."

Juvia quickly hugged her friend with tears in her eyes, some from happiness and others praying that her friend's marriage would last. When Juvia opened her eyes, she could see the reflection of her tear-stained face in the window of one of the boutiques. Her sharp blue eyes held a range of emotions.

Pulling away, Juvia wiped Lucy's eyes and held her cheeks affectionately. "I'm so happy for you."

Lucy held onto the girl's wrist and leaned into her touch. Despite having a hard life with a father who paid her no mind and a mother who died when she was so young, everything finally seemed to fall into place.

"I have to head over to the Vista's and get some stuff for my mom. So let's part ways here for now."

"Oh, do you want me to come with you?" Lucy offered, but Juvia quickly declined and began the journey alone.

The walk to the Vista manner wasn't particularly long, but it wasn't the closest either. However, the time did well for Juvia as she walked on the side of the road with an umbrella in hand, blocking the harsh beams of the sun as she practiced what she would say.

"Hi, I have a list of stuff I need from my mother….no, I sound like a kid."

"I need everything on this list; please let one of your men deliver it to my home?...sounds too formal."

The blue-haired girl kicked her feet on the rocks as her anxiety built up in her chest as she approached the house. She could see it straight ahead, and Juvia wanted to crawl into a hole.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, it's fine." She told herself as her body mindlessly marched towards the house, one foot in front of the other.

As she got closer, she was able to see the Vista mother, Ur, along with her daughter and son, Ultear and Lyon, all sitting outside on the porch.

"Juvia!" The woman called out to her in excitement, and Juvia felt like throwing up. She didn't think she'd have to speak with them so soon.

Juvia quickened her pace and rushed to the three of them, giving them a polite bow. Ur smiled at her gesture while Ultear nodded, and Lyon stared brain-dead down the front of her dress with heated cheeks.

"How can we help you?" Lyon asked as he approached the pale girl. Lightly grabbing her fingers into his and kissing the back of her hand.

"My mom sent me to collect these things," Juvia replied, handing Ur the note as Lyon kept her other hand hostage. "She asked if you could have someone ride the items back to the house for us."

"I can do it." A familiar voice called out from behind them as if on queue. Juvia turned around and saw the sweaty appearance of Gray Fullbuster, whose family worked for the Vista's for many generations.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Lockser." He acknowledged as he walked up the porch steps, his eyes staring directly at her that Lyon held so dearly.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fullbuster," Juvia responded with flamed cheeks, quickly pulling her hand out of Lyon's grasp.

"No need to be so formal, Juvia. He's just the help." Lyon scoffed.

Juvia didn't respond, instead, she continued her attention toward Gray. "Once you are ready with the items, I will also be ready to leave Mr. Fullbuster. The walk back to my parents is quite far away."

"Of course, Miss. Lockser."

Juvia sat on the porch with the family as they all chatted idly to pass the time while Gray loaded the cart.

Lyon stood close to Juvia's side the majority of the time, telling her about the house and how the land ended up in the Vista's possession. Nothing she hadn't heard come from his mouth only a thousand times before. She pretended to listen, nodding when it seemed right, humming to fake interest. In reality, her focus stayed on Gray as he roped down the supplies to prevent them from falling out during the ride.

"Will you really?" Lyon said enthusiastically, grabbed her hands, and pulled her closer.

Juvia looked back in confusion, not knowing exactly what she agreed to. The male's sudden outburst also seemed to gain the attention of the raven-haired boy, who looked over at the pair while wiping the sweat on his forehead. His dark droopy eyes only stared at the couple for a few seconds before he returned back to work.

"I'll send a carriage for you, and we will have dinner at 6 tomorrow." Lyon smiled. Juvia stared back at him stressfully and slowly nodded, feeling a tight knot form in her chest.

The sound of work boots walking on the wooden deck was the only thing to soothe her mind. "Miss. Lockser, everything is ready to go if you are." Gray interrupted.

"It was nice seeing you all." Juvia quickly bowed to the family while bidding them farewells.

"Don't be a stranger. You're basically a part of the family now." Ur smiled as she waved back to the girl with a knowing smile that Juvia didn't understand.

Climbing into the seat beside Gray, the pair were soon off towards Juvia's home. The road was silent and long as they continued down the battered path of the Vista manner. Juvia tugged at the decorative seams of her dress and tried to manage her breathing in the corset due to the pressure sitting caused on her chest.

Gray's jaw was stiff as he stared at the dirt, untraveled road ahead while he steered the horses. His focus was divided between leaving the grounds of the manner and occasionally looking at the uncomfortable girl. Sensing they were far enough, one of his hands dropped from the reins onto Juvia's well-covered lap.

"What's wrong?" His deep gentle voice asked.

"My mom had too much fun tying my corset this morning." Juvia laughed breathlessly.

"Doesn't she always?" Gray laughed as he directed the horse to a path off the main road.

"How much time do we have today Miss. Lockser?" He teased respectfully.

"A few hours, so let's enjoy the most of it, Mr. Fullbuster," Juvia replied, smiling, knowing how flustered he gets when she addresses him in such a way.

Pulling the horses over, Gray tied their rope to a tree before making his way to Juvia's side and helping her step down. His hands carried her waist while hers held his shoulders for security. "You shouldn't go around calling me that. People are going to start talking."

"Let them." Juvia shrugged, stepping to the tips of her toes and locking her arms around his neck. "Besides, one day, they'll call me Mrs. Fullbuster." She replied smoothly.

Gray's already flushed face from a hard day's work turned even redder in color, not used to Juvia saying something so bold. Feeling flustered, the man quickly dipped his head down, capturing her mouth with his to even the field.

Juvia's lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. Gray could feel the gentle tickle of her breath beneath his nose, her fingers carding through his sweat-filled hair as they breathed each other in. His calloused hands and dirt-splashed clothes clashed greatly against her pale skin and hair braided in refined elegance. But still, the pair held each other near, with their lips parting slightly, allowing their tongues to slip inside.

When they finally pulled away, the once confident girl was washed over with shyness at her declaration. The pair held each other closely as they enjoyed their time. Talking about everything that came to mind, sharing sweet kisses, and basking in the promise of a new day.

"Gray-sama, I just have to apologize to you. I did not realize what I had agreed to with Lyon. I was so distracted watching you–"

"Oh, so you're blaming me?" Gray asked in a fake bitter tone, yet the smile threatening to spill from his cheeks said otherwise.

"Gray-sama needs to take responsibility." Juvia pouted, crossing her arms, pushing her already lifted breast up. Gray couldn't help but stare at them with longing. Who could blame him? Juvia was beautiful. But he never did anything that would result in Juvia having to compromise her womanhood.

Gray was far from threatened by Lyon and his constant advances. He knew where Juvia's heart stood, and Gray knew there was little he wouldn't do for her. Yet, this didn't stop him from feeling insecure about men like Lyon. Yes, Gray could give Juvia the love she deserves, the family she yearns for, and happiness like no other, but what he couldn't offer is a life of wealth. A life she has been accustomed to since the day she was born. He looks at men like Lyon and sees the house they could make her queen of, the money to spoil their kids on any occasion. Was it fair to ask her to give that all up? For the sake of him?

"Don't I always?" He replied back coolly. Lost the dark blue hues of his eyes, Juvia stared at her reflection from his gaze. It was the only time she truly felt real beauty.

Their time together always felt so short, quickly fleeting as hours flew by like seconds. Soon it was time to go; Gray greedily gave her one last kiss as they settled back into the cart before driving her home. Her body swayed at every bump, and Juvia stared at Gray longingly. She didn't want to leave, but she had to go, and as they road down the battered path, she couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu, as if this scene in front of her had happened before.

When the pair reached Juvia's house, it was almost as if they were strangers. Fearing how her mom would react to seeing them acting 'friendly,' they kept their distance to keep from her outlash. Luckily when they arrived, she was nowhere to be seen, but her dad was there to help Gray unload all the supplies.

"That Gray Fullbuster is always such a great help," Jose spoke happily as he waved Gray off from afar.

The maids gathered around with doe eyes, eagerly nodding as they watched their charming prince ride off into the sunset.

"Yeah." Juvia agreed with a soft smile.

"He is hard-working, dependable, and easy on the eye if I say so myself." Jose playfully elbowed his daughter.

"All those things mean nothing when you are poor." Juvia's mom chimed in as she joined the rest of the family on the porch with iced tea.

"Would you not have married me if I didn't have money?" Jose asked, offended, with a hand over his chest as if he had been wounded.

"I love you, my love, but we both know the answer."

Nodding in agreement, Jose said nothing as he took the tea from his wife and drank it generously.

"But is money really everything?" Juvia asked, looking down at her untouched cup as she wobbled back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"For women, yes." Was all her mom offered in response? Luckily her father seemed more patient and willing to talk about the subject.

"Your mother is right. Money in life is everything. It determines what you eat, how you live, and if you can afford medicine. Everything. Many women, your mother included, use marriage as an opportunity to marry up, not only because they want to but often because they need it. Only a few women have the privilege of marrying for love. One that I hope you will get to experience as your mother and I have."

The two blue-haired women sat silently, taking in the man's words. Juvia focused on Gray while her mother thought of the arrangement she's prepared for her daughter to ensure her comfort.

"I will be off to room soon for rest; I am meeting Lyon Vista tomorrow for dinner."

Her parents perked up in interest, and Juvia looked at them, confused. "Did he ask you to this dinner?" Jose asked, following his daughter inside with her wife hot on his tail. "Nevermind, of course, he did; better question, do you want to go to dinner with him?"

"Of course she does, Jose. Why else would she agree." Her mom beamed up in joy. It took Juvia every fiber of her being not to tell them it was a silly mistake she made while zoning him out because she was entranced with Gray.

"Juvia?" Jose asked one last time, his eyes almost urging her to speak.

"Yes."

"See, our daughter has a bright head on her shoulders."

After a long day's work, Gray finally returned to the Vista manner, with the day's exhaustion finally catching up. The burning sensation of his skin scraping against the rough material of his boots through the holes of his worn-out socks caused his feet to scream. He could feel his feet blister and the flesh begin to peel with every step. His face scrunched in pain as he left the barn after releasing the horses into their stables and feeding them.

At the end of every day, he always made it a point to stop by to check Ur to see if there was anything else she needed before he left for the night but with the certainty of his feet bleeding in his shoes, he decided to opt-out and begin his mile trek home. That was until he reached the gates and saw the young Vista boy, not much older than himself, standing near the gates with a cigarette in hand.

"Smoke." The white-haired man asked.

"I'm good," Gray replied shortly, not wanting to entertain whatever games Lyon was prepared to play.

"Wasn't an offer. Take it. You're going to need it." The man replied, slapping the bud and a lighter in his chest. Doing as he was told, Gray lit the stick aflame and twirled the lighter between his fingers. Even in the moonlight, he could make out the designs of elegant carvings in its body. These carefully crafted details made his piece unique from anything else out there. The illuminating gold metal reflecting a distorted image of himself. Gray was confident that selling it would give him enough money for a meal, maybe three.

"You probably haven't held anything that nice before?" Lyon laughed while blowing a puff of smoke in the raven-haired man's face.

Usually, Lyon would be right; Gray never thought he would have the opportunity to hold something as lovely and grand, but ever since Juvia came into his life, something as simple as a decorative lighter couldn't shine as bright as her.

"I've seen nicer," Gray replied dryly, tossing the metal piece towards the shallow man. Lyon caught it with ease and slipped it into his coat. "I doubt that."

"What do you want, Mr. Vista?"

"To simply talk to my worker? Don't forget it's me who puts money in your pants."

"Your father." Gray corrected, this time blowing a large huff of smoke in Lyon's face as he did him just moments prior.

"Same difference," he replied, waving the air around his face and pushing his loose strands of hair out of his face. "Either way, I wanted to speak with you about staying away from my fiance."

"Some poor woman decided to marry you? I almost feel sorry for her."

"Not yet, but she will. I plan on asking her soon. Tomorrow night, in fact." Lyon said in a relaxed tone as he watched his counterpart come to realize what he was implying.

"She'd never agree." Gray tried to say with confidence, but the shakiness of his voice betrayed him as the fear of Juvia being with another else flooded into him.

"But her parents have, and that's all that matters." The silver-haired man threw his burning bud at Gray's unsteady feet.

"You don't think I see how you look at each other? Any man can see between the acts you desperately try to put on. Juvia may not love me now, but she will. When she sees all that I can give her."

"Juvia doesn't care about that kind of stuff–" Gray tried to argue, but Lyon continued on, speaking over the man as if his words meant nothing.

"But you do. If you are a man who truly loves her, you have to care about the life you can offer her and the life I can offer her."

"Money isn't everything. But, I could give her a good life. One with true meaning and value."

"Spoke like a true fool." Lyon laughed, straightening out his coat. "Like the gentleman I am, I'd never force a lady to do something she doesn't want. I'll respect her decision, but you too have to consider, are you really the best for her?"

Crickets filled the night as the winds blew softly. The humid Magnolia air stood heavy between the two men.

"You may love her, but so do I. Anything you can provide her, I can provide tenfold. Don't let your pride stand in the way of what Juvia truly deserves."

The following day came faster than Juvia would have liked. Her bones popped as she stretched her limbs and cringed at the unwelcoming light that shinned through her window. Her sharp eyes squinted at the illuminated rays as she harshly tugged the covers over her head in an attempt to get more sleep. And just as she started to drift off into sleep again, a sudden knock at her door caused her eyes to snap open, and annoyance ran through her tired body.

"Yes?" Juvia lazily called out, knowing her lovely mother was the only one ruthless enough to disturb her rest so early in the morning.

"Up, up, up!" Her mother began to shout as she swung the door open. She pulled the sheets from Juvia's head, causing the younger woman to groan in annoyance.

"Mother, please, it's so early in the morning." Juvia cracked out as she sat up, rubbing her tired eyes. Her mother opened the curtains further and pushed the glass window out, allowing the crisp morning air to enter the room. She held the wood railing and took a deep breath, enjoying how the fresh breeze filled her lungs. The older blue-haired woman knew it would be a great day.

"Not early enough! I am taking you out shopping for a new dress for tonight. Then you have to come home and get ready! That lovely girl at the hair salon is coming over to help pamper you!"

"Why are you doing this, mother? It is just a silly dinner. I don't need a new dress or anything else." Juvia argued as she swung her legs on the side of her bed. Her cold toes slipped into the comfort of her slippers as Juvia's slim fingers reached for the fabric of her robe. She was tired of her mother's antics and acting as if Juvia's life was hers to control.

Juvia felt for her mother, she really did, but while her mom looked at Juvia and saw a reflection of her past self, Juvia knew she was far from being like her mother. She didn't care about the dresses, parties, and big houses. None of that stuff ever meant a dime to Juvia. She only cared about being happy and surrounded by the people she loved.

"Please don't be a hindrance, my love, and get ready to leave."

Not wanting to die on this hill, Juvia rolled her eyes and dragged her feet as she complied with her wishes. She wore one of her casual dresses and quickly dressed before her mother could yell at her for not wearing a corset.

When they went downstairs, Jose sat at the table, paper in hand and a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. "Good morning, ladies. Will you be joining me for some toast and coffee?"

Juvia perked up as she rushed to the table, reaching for the warm bread, ready to take a bite, but her mom quickly swatted it from her hands. "No! Juvia and I have errands; we must be off now."

Jose threw his daughter an apologetic look but said nothing as the girls left for the day.

Juvia stayed by her mother's side, half listening and wishing she was elsewhere. It was much easier to pretend to engage with her, nodding at her words, saying "yes, that is pretty," and going about their day. Soon she was holding bags for dresses she didn't like, accessories she'd never wear, and corsets that would provide her more pain than comfort.

When they returned home, Juvia sat on the stairs, kicking her shoes off across the room, and rubbed her feet to soothe the blisters that began to form.

"Go up and bathe, Juvia. I'll be up there shortly to help you dress."

"Okay, mother." The azure-haired girl muttered, standing to her feet and wincing as she ascended the steps.

"Don't you think you are being too hard on her?" Jose asked his wife as he watched his daughter with a pitiful glare.

"I know I am, and she may hate me for it now, but when she is older, she will acknowledge the sacrifices I've made for her."

"Or she will resent us for controlling her life."

Juvia's mom stomped her feet and turned to face his husband quickly; her hands shook as she tried to calm her frustration. "I don't care if Juvia resents me. Everything I am doing is to make sure she grows up protected and watched over so that when we are gone, we know that she is safe, and if that means she will grow up hating me, then so be it. At least she will hate me from inside her big house with a man who can provide for her."

It was nearly time for Lyon's arrival, and Juvia had just finished the last of her preparations. The left side of her hair was braided towards her back and connected to the hair on her right, falling down in loose curls. Her dress was a light shade of lilac and hung just off her shoulders; the material and design itself was simple, but so how made it impossible not to draw attention. In addition, she wore white gloves with puffed lace around the wrist, adding to her elegant appearance.

Juvia stared at herself in the mirror as she smoothed out any wrinkles on her dress, and even she had to admit, she didn't think there had been a time she looked as beautiful. She turned around and admired her reflection, twirling her dress side-to-side, and hoped she'd somehow run into Gray tonight so he could see her too. Just thinking about his cheeks flushing red as he saw her made Juvia want to squeal in excitement.

Feeling like Lyon would arrive soon, Juvia exited her room and descended the stairs. She could hear faint chatter and male laughter the lower to the ground floor she got. When she finally reached the last step, she realized the voice belonged to her parents and Lyon. 'He's here sooner than I thought.' Juvia thought to herself. Putting on a fake smile, Juvia entered the room they all sat in, giving them a slight bow.

Lyon quickly set his drink down and stood to her feet, bowing back to the woman with a heated face. "Good evening, Juvia." His voice cracked, but he quickly cleared his throat.

"Good evening, Lyon. It is great to see you." Juvia replied kindly. "Shall we be on our way?"

"Yes!" He agreed almost too quickly.

"Be safe," Jose warned as the pair began to head towards the front door.

"Of course, Mr. Porla, I will have Juvia home at a considerable hour."

'You better,' Jose muttered under his breath in a volume that was unheard from the rest. Juvia's mother eagerly followed them with a smile plastered on her face as she waved her daughter away.

"Have fun!" She called out as Lyon helped Juvia climb into the box carriage. Juvia awkwardly nodded at her mom and hid her face as Lyon climbed in after her, sitting across from her so he could see her clearly.

Once they were both settled, Lyon banged on the top of the carriage, signally to the driver that they were good to start heading out.

Juvia fumbled with the material that covered her hands, unsure what to talk to the young Vista about, but the white-haired man had no issue taking the lead.

"I must say, Miss. Juvia, seeing you today has nearly made me speechless." He spoke uneasily, trying his best not to fumble over his words.

"Likewise to you too, Mr. Lyon."

"Just Lyon is fine!"

"Lyon." Juvia hummed, slightly flustered at his nerves. She couldn't imagine why a man of his caliber, a man she had spoken to many times before, seemed so shaken today.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Juvia was so surprised Lyon chose somewhere so high in for what should have been just a friendly dinner.

Juvia politely smiled as the hostess led them to their garden table. Lyon smiled eagerly as he held his arm out for her to take, Juvia softly but barely allowing her hand to rest on his as they approached the table.

"Allow me!" Lyon said excitedly as he rushed forward, pulling Juvia's chair out for her.

"You don't need to do that, but thank you, Lyon," Juvia spoke, embarrassed.

"No, I insist."

Nodding her head, knowing it was useless to deter him, Juvia gave the man a thin-lip smile and sat down without any resistance.

Most of the night was spent with the pair catching up. Lyon talked about the time he spent away studying, and Juvia listened diligently. It was one of Lyon's favorite things about Juvia; she listened to everything like anyone had to say, as if it was the most important thing in the world. She had a way of making everyone feel special, and he admired her for it.

"And what has the great Juvia Lockser been up to since I've been gone," Lyon asked, red in the face as the pair attempted to settle down from their shared laughter from one of Lyon's many stories.

"Let's see…." Juvia hummed as she tried to think back on her mind about anything eventful that happened in her life besides Gray, but she couldn't share those stories with him. "Lucy and I went and volunteered at the orphanage in town. Seeing all the kids in there was so sad, but many of them held high spirits. Lucy took an extra liking towards one of the little girls named Wendy and visits her regularly now. Between you and I, I wouldn't be surprised if she and Natsu decided to adopt the poor thing." Juvia smiled while taking a sip of her wine.

"Adopt?" Lyon asked, surprised, and Juvia's eyes widened.

"I apologize. I fear I shouldn't have told you that." Juvia quickly panicked, placing her gloved hand over her lips.

"Are they planning to marry?" He wondered curiously.

Now wanting a rumor to spread that Lucy was doing undignified things out of the prospects of marriage, Juvia nodded her head and decided to tell him the truth. It was Lyon; after all, she knew she could trust him. "You can't tell anyone because they have yet to announce it, but yes, Natsu recently proposed to Lucy."

"That is wondrous news!" Lyon cheered, lifting his spoon up and hitting the side of his glass. "We must celebrate the occasion! Waiter, please bring us another bottle of wine."

Juvia couldn't help but giggle at the white-haired man's flamboyance as she shook her head. "Drinking without the people who are meant to be celebrated seems like a reason just to get drunk to me."

"You see right through me," Lyon smirked, touching his chest.

Juvia laughed as she looked off to the garden on her side, taking a sip from her glass as she enjoyed the night. The scenery around her was breathtaking, and the fumes of the roses surrounding her helped put her mind at ease. She closed her eyes, imagining what coming here with Gray would be like. Would he even enjoy something like this?

"So," Lyon began, striking up the conversation once more. "Do you have any plans?"

"Plans? For what?" Juvia asked, tilting her head.

"For marriage, of course," Lyon replied.

Of course, she did . "Oh….No, not right now."

"Why not?"

Because there were many factors she needed to consider with Gray, she was ready to marry him, but she knew Gray needed more time . "Just not something I've thought about too much."

"Is no lucky man waiting to sweep you off your feet?" Lyon asked, leaning back in his chair.

Yes, Gray . "No, not unless they are hiding." Juvia joked.

"What if he wasn't hiding?" He questioned further

"I supposed I would have seen him by now." She smiled, turning her head to take another sip of her wine, enjoying the sweet flavor the beverage carried. She thought the conversation had died down at Lyon's lack of response, but suddenly, Juvia jumped at the feeling of Lyon's hand covering hers.

She stared down with wide eyes at his gloved fingers that worked to entwine with hers. Finally, Juvia snapped her head towards his in a questioning glare.

"Do you see me, Juvia?" The older man asked as he stood the pair to their feet.

"Lyon, what are you—" Juvia began in shock, but her jaw nearly hit the floor when he dropped to one knee.

"For many years, our families have known each other. I've seen and admired you from a distance, and through every passing year, I have seen you grow into a marvelous young woman."

"Lyon…." Juvia shook her head in shock.

"I know this is sudden. It has been a while since we had a decent conversation like this, but I don't want to spend another moment just watching from the outside."

His smile was shaky, full of nerves as he held her hand. Even then, Juvia could feel how much he trembled, or maybe it was her? She didn't even feel herself crying until she choked violently on a sob, bringing her free hand to cover her mouth.

Why? Why did it need to be Lyon, of all people who she was tasked with breaking his heart as he stared at her with kind eyes? She couldn't take it.

After a while of no response, Lyon awkwardly rose to his feet and rubbed the back of his head. He knew her hesitation and why she wouldn't say yes, but he couldn't let her know that. "You don't need to give me an answer tonight. Just think about it and let me know."

Juvia stared at him blankly with tears, still trying to understand what was happening. Lyon approached her slowly and softly kissed her cheek, slipping the ring into her hand. "You can call me selfish, but I hope the next time I see you, it will be with this ring on your finger."

Taking a few steps back, Lyon looked into the sky and pulled out his pocket watch, checking the time. "We have to head to my house soon, don't be upset, but our parents are wanting for us."

"I can't go back," Juvia babbled, grabbing onto the edge of his coat. It was the first coherent sentence she spoke to him since he asked her to marry him.

"It's okay, Juvia." He smiled through the heartache, lifting her hand against his lips. "I'll tell them I haven't asked yet. That way, they won't pressure you."

"Thank you." Her blue hair girl lowered her face to hide the tears that fell freely from her eyes.

Lyon helped her in the carriage, climbing in soon after her; neither of the two attempted to speak this time. Juvia kept twirling the ring and squeezing it as tightly as possible. She knew her answer and what she wanted, yet she found it hard to tell Lyon no. Not because she had feelings for him but because she knew she would hurt him and destroy any bonds their families had. Saying 'no' came with consequences and very well her respect in the family.

The girl was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't felt the carriage come to a stop until Lyon rested his large hand over hers. "I'll go in first and tell them I haven't asked you yet. That's why they don't hound you with questions as soon as you come in."

Juvia nodded and quickly slipped the ring down the front of her dress, knowing their lies would be caught if she kept it in her hand. After a few moments, Lyon returned, and Juvia climbed down the steps with a fake smile spread across her cheeks.

When they walked into the Vista home, no one said anything unusual. The families sat together, and Juvia tried to hide the annoyance that had built up from her parents planning the engagement behind her back. What else could explain the reason they would be here tonight? She sat next to Lyon, holding a pillow to her chest as she sunk further into herself. They asked her how dinner was, to which say replied a short response. "Fine."

Her mother fanned herself uncomfortably, and Lyon quickly shifted the attention off Juvia, asking the families how their night was. They all engaged in fruitful conversations, laughing at stories and drinking plentifully. It was at this time that there was the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly in an awkward attempt to gain everyone's attention.

Juvia sat up straight when as saw Gray standing in the front of the room, his work hat in his hands as he wiped his sweat. His eyes stared deep into hers, looking sad, almost as if he knew something was up. Juvia was so lost at Gray's arrival that she didn't notice Lyon also become stiff at the man's appearance. Lyon was scared Gray would make a scene, cause a riff that wouldn't be undone.

When Gray entered the house, he wasn't expecting to see everyone there, including Juvia. He was relieved when he didn't see a ring on her hand, but he wasn't sure if it had happened yet.

"Was there something you needed?" Ur asked a smile still on her face from her previous conversation.

"No, ma'am, just letting you know I'm leaving for the night," Gray sputtered.

"Have a good trip home." Ur waved and turned her attention back to the family.

Gray nodded, giving Juvia one last look before heading to the door.

"That Fullbuster is the image of his father, I'll tell. Hard-working too." Jose boasted about the young man, nodding his head in approval.

"Sure is. Nothing would be done around here if it wasn't for that boy." Ur agreed.

Juvia stabbed her nails through her gloves and bit at the skin of her lip. Her left leg bounced up and down anxiously.

"Juvia—"

"I need some air." Juvia interrupted Lyon's concerned voice and headed straight to the door.

Jose followed his daughter with his eyes and felt unnerved, but Lyon quickly waved him off. "I'll go make sure she is fine." The white-haired man settled as he went after her.

After running out of the house, it didn't take her too long to find Gray's silhouette in the distance. His long legs put him several yards from the front of the home, making Juvia run to catch up with him.

"Gray!" She shouted hushedly to avoid drawing attention from those in the house.

Luckily he heard her and stopped walking so she could catch up. Juvia rushed over, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She needed to talk to him and explain the situation so he didn't hear it from anyone else.

"Gray, I don't know what to do." Juvia cried as soon as she entered his arms, burying her face into his chest and letting out the tears she desperately tried to hold in till now.

He calmly rubbed her back and soothed her with his touches, but at the same time, something about him felt distant.

"My family arranged a marriage with Lyon, but I don't want it." Juvia cried, pulling away and grabbing Gray's hands, lacing her shaking fingers in his.

"Juvia—" Gray spoke softly, but she quickly said over him.

"I keep thinking over and over about all the damage I will cause the families if I say no, but I don't care."

"Juvia—"

"You are the one that I love, the one that I want to be with. We can go to church, Lucy can be our witness, and we can get married. We can go now." Juvia spoke desperately while looking over her shoulder at the house full of people waiting for her.

"Juvia!" Gray spoke loudly, cupping Juvia's face between his hands, turning her attention back to him. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to settle her panic attack.

His heart ached to see his strong, bright woman look so hopeless. "You need to go back."

"What?" Juvia shook her head in confusion.

Gray fought the burning in his throat as he ignored his own breaking heart. The pain he felt now couldn't make up for the future he could be taking away from her. No matter how he tried to spin it, holding on to her would be selfish. "Lyon is the better man for you." He replied shortly.

"No. You are!" Juvia tried to fight, but Gray quickly shushed her.

"Let's be honest, Juvia, your parents would never allow it. I would only be bringing you down."

"I don't care about that."

"Listen to me," Gray said in frustration; it was hard enough to do this; he needed her to stop fighting him, so he said the one thing that would keep her away. "I don't want to marry you."

Juvia stared at him in silence, her head shaking as she tried to process his words.

"And if you had an ounce of common sense, you wouldn't want to marry me either. Look at who I am, Juvia. Look at what I have to offer. You don't care to sacrifice what you have because you never lived like me. When the winters come, there is no hot water or a way to get warm. Working nonstop to just barely get by. That's the life you want? That's the life you fantasize about?" Gray all but shouted.

"We could make it work. I can get a job."

"you're being stupid." He replied, not holding back. 'Just leave,' he internally begged her; he didn't know how much more he could take.

"And you're just scared." Juvia shot back.

"I'm not marrying you just because you are being foolish."

"Marry me because you love me."

"I don't."

"You're lying," Juvia said frightfully; she pushed at his chest, hurt that he could say something so ridiculous.

"I'm not." His eyes stared at the ground.

"Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me." Juvia challenged, and to her disappointment, he did.

"I don't love you," Gray spoke with confidence.

Juvia did her best to contain the scream that wanted to leave her chest. She laughed in disbelief and hung her head, not having the strength to face him. "I really must have been a fool to you?" She whispered.

The raven-haired man said nothing; he physically couldn't speak because he knew anything he said next would just contradict his words. It wasn't long until she turned away and left him alone like he wanted. But he didn't; he didn't want this, and the strength it took to see her leave his life for good was the strongest he had ever been.

"You did the right thing." Lyon's voice spoke to him as he walked from behind the nearby tree. He sympathetically placed his hand on Gray's shoulder, but the heartbroken man hastily slapped him away.

"Sure as hell doesn't feel like it." Gray spat, grabbing Lyon by the collar and pulling him close. "If you do anything to hurt her, I'll kill you myself."

"Would you really have stepped back if you didn't think I wouldn't be a good man to her?" Lyon chuckled, ripping further into Gray's heartstrings. "She's safe."

When Juvia returned to the house, she rushed straight to the restroom, splashing water on her face and placing a wet town on her neck to calm herself down. She held the edges of the sink till her knuckles turned white, but it kept her from tearing everything in the room apart. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and the image of her heaving form would forever be grilled into her mind as the day her world fell apart.

There was a soft knock at the door, and Juvia closed her eyes. "Hey, it's me." Lyon's voice spoke through the wood barrier. "Are you alright in there?"

"Yes, just one moment." Juvia's shaky voice called out; she splashed more water on herself and removed the towel from her neck. She quickly pulled herself together, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

"Sorry for taking a while." She quickly apologized, but Lyon just shook her off.

"You are fine. I just saw you run in, so suddenly, I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine. I just needed some air; take a walk and think about everything." Juvia lied, giving Lyon the same explanation as before, but he knew the truth. But, of course, he couldn't say that because then she would know that it was him that drove Gray to make his decision.

"Hopefully, the walk helped?"

"More than you know," Juvia spoke sadly.

Lyon walked closer to her; he tucked a piece of her distressed hair behind his ear and offered her a small smile. "Like I said, you don't need to decide anything today."

Juvia stared into his eyes and felt her heart continue to break. How can she stand in front of this man who has always been so gentle towards her after she just tried to run off with another? One who apparently didn't love her, but Lyon did. He was willing to wait for her to decide what she wanted on her own time.

Maybe her mother had always been right. All the times she tried to force her views and beliefs on her were for Juvia's protection.

"Lyon," Juvia whispered. She didn't love him; even with everything that happened, she still loved Gray, but she would learn. For both of their sakes, she would learn how to give Lyon the love he deserved. "I'll marry you."

The weeks leading up to the wedding came in a flash; everything was more challenging than Juvia ever imagined. Most of her time was spent visiting dress shops and different food tastings, courtesy of her mother; even having time for anything unrelated to her 'big day' was impossible.

"What do you think about this one?" Her mother asked as she cut at the smallest edge of the cake.

"It's fine," Juvia replied hollowly.

"You said that about the last five cakes Juvia. You need to decide on one!"

"Well, they are all just fine." Juvia snapped, pushing the plate of pastries away from her. The shop owner sensed the damped mood and directed the rest of the workers toward the back room to give the mother-daughter duo time to talk.

"I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I will not have you behaving like a spoiled brat in front of others. Do you understand me? This day is about you! Marrying the man you love and beginning the rest of your lives."

"If it's about me, then why do I feel like everyone else has more say in it than I do?" She argued, memories of Gray deciding the outcome of their life without her replayed on a loop. Juvia thought it would be easier to love Lyon and give their families what they wanted, but she just felt mad and bitter all the time. She was becoming a person that not even she recognized.

Juvia's mom's face softened, tilting her head as she grabbed her daughter's hand. "I know it feels overwhelming, but trust me, we only want what's best for you."

"I know, I know," Juvia sighed, "I just….This isn't how I imagined things to turn out."

Gently caressing her daughter's face, her mother pulled her head to rest on her chest and brushed her fingers through Juvia's hair. "I know, my love. You may not love Lyon right now, but I know you will."

Juvia nodded in agreement to her mother's words; she knew she could love Lyon, but the thought of loving him because she had to do little to make her feel better.

He has always been in her life, but not as a person of interest. Juvia wondered how things would have been if she had paid him attention. Would she have loved him as she did Gray? The thought of loving someone else at that magnitude seemed impossible.

Juvia just wanted to scream. Would she have seen it coming if she had noticed the signs of losing his love? What even were the signs? No matter how hard she tried to think back, she couldn't find any. Why was she the only one who was so lost? Why was she the only one heartbroken?

Maybe, she was too busy admiring Gray to even notice things had changed. They were teens when they first met, during an outing with Lucy and Natsu, both hitting it off well but also too shy to try anything. Soon he became her closest friend, someone Juvia missed when he had to return to work. She'd smile, and her moods would lift when she saw him anytime she ventured into town or visited the Vista's with her mother's list. His habits and quirks became her favorite things to fill her mind while he was gone. His azure eyes, which were just slightly lighter than her own, pierced so deeply into her that soon, anything blue reminded her of him. Gray's smile and laughter became addicting, a scratch that couldn't be itched until Juvia got her fix.

Why was she the only one who fell so deeply and dangerously without any precautions and safety? No, it was impossible to fake love like that. Even with his words of confirmation, Juvia didn't believe him. It was just unthinkable to imagine; she had been so sure of it, so why was she here, planning her wedding to another man?

"Let's go home for the day, okay?"

The day Juvia went home to rest was short. Soon her mother and Ur were back to it, planning the wedding and ensuring everything was in order. Her mom understood Juvia's feeling of overwhelment and took over the task of deciding factors. The colors, food, cake, everything was picked out, and all Juvia had to do was show up ready.

The nerve-ridden girl felt like a zombie when the day finally came. Following the task and instructions her mother laid out for her to make the wedding perfect, Juvia completed them mindlessly, and before she knew it, she was in one of the private rooms of the church, getting one last good look at herself before it was time to begin her walk. She was never particularly happy with the girl who stared back at her. Still, today the mirror reflected an empty image, almost as if Juvia was never there, to begin with.

Gray sat in the misshapen home, if you could even call it that, with heaviness in his soul. The walls were weak, and he could feel the entire foundation shake under his feet whenever the thunder roared. All his hard work, the hours he spent building it from the ground up, and this was all he had to show for it. How could he have possibly thought this was enough for her?

He swung at the bottle of expensive bourbon he stole from the Vista manner; it was at least he deserved, right? For stepping back and giving a man the life he always wanted. The amber liquid burned a path down his throat, and his eyes squinted painfully while tears dripped from the side.

Juvia was out there, getting married, and all he could think about was how beautiful she must have looked in her dress. She was every man's wish; she was his dream. God knows if he was there, just one look at her, one glance, and it would be over. He would be selfish and beg her to stay, not to go through with it and choose him instead. He would take her and never let her leave his side until the day they died. No, even then, he would follow her soul into the next lifetime, again and again, devoting himself to her entirely. Loving her has been the most selfish and selfless thing he has ever done, and walking away destroyed his spirits.

Gray leaned back in his chair, glancing at the mirror in the corner of the room, and all he could see was a pitiful man. One who would never be able to heal from losing his other half but would carry on like he had to. He would see her in the streets or while working at the manor, see her when she tended to her husband, and as she cared for her kids. No. No. No . Gray could see it all, and he hated it. The reflection of the life he yearned for. The vision of the women he lost, he could see it so clearly.

"I can't," Gray whispered, quickly standing. He thought about it over and over; his never-ending maze of thoughts that always led back to Juvia made it impossible to think of anything else. He thought the hard part was ending it, walking away from her and staying away, but he was wrong; as he ran out the door without hesitation, Gray knew this was the hardest part.

"Please don't me too late," Gray begged.

"Knock. Knock." Her father's familiar voice rang, opening the door while looking at his watch. "It's about time we start heading to the front."

"Okay." Juvia mustered a smile.

When Jose finally looked up at her, he was lost for words; his eyes glossed over as he stared at his little girl who had grown into a woman. "You look stunning, darling." He spoke, kissing her head, and Juvia leaned into his touch.

The father-daughter duo walked down the hall as they prepared for her big entrance. Jose could see the tears that threatened to slip from her eyes as Juvia looked around the room, expecting someone to come in any second. The image of his daughter he saw before him was the definition of beauty, yet it also reflected the same tiny little girl who used to cry for him when she had nightmares.

"What is it?" He leaned down and whispered in his daughter's ear, not wanting any prying ears to listen to their conversation.

"Nothing." Juvia said, shaking her head rapidly, as if the faster she denied, the more he was likely to believe her.

"Juvia." Jose replied back in his dad voice with a clear indication he was worried about her well-being.

"Everything's fine." Juvia smiled sadly as she looked around the hall of her wedding.

"It's time." One of the church staff whispered to them and the pair quickly fell into place.

"Don't let me fall." Juvia laughed trying to lighten the mood.

"Never."

Everyone stood as the chapel doors opened, revealing the beautiful bride and her father. Juvia's hand tightened on Jose's arm as she nervously took her first step.

Juvia felt lost, blinded to the situation in front of her as she stared at Lyon's smiling face, yet all she could think about was Gray. Rain hitting the roof, and the rolls of thunder rumbling the building in its harsh vibrations. The weather matched the storm in Juvia's heart perfectly as she grew closer to the eye of the storm with every step she took.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This isn't what she wanted or who she expected to spend the rest of her life with. But Gray was gone, his presence nowhere to be seen in the church, yet Juvia couldn't blame him. She'd never be able to sit back and watch her love marry someone, but still, a part of her hoped he would.

She was half way down the aisle when she heard the sound of her name being shouted over the booming downpour. Everyone looked around in confusion as they tried to find the source of the yells, Juvia included. Jose pulled her closer in his arms and the pair turned to stare outside the church doors where an out-of-breath, soaked Gray stood.

"Gray…." Juvia whispered, causing her father to turn his attention to her. That's when Jose saw it in her eyes, the relief they carried to see the young Fullbuster.

"Juvia." Lyon's voice called from the other end of the aisle, everyone turning their hands to him as the drama unfolded.

Juvia looked back at her fiancé with a gaping mouth, unsure what to say or even what to do. She turned back to Gray, who continued slowly getting closer to her.

"I was wrong for letting you go. I didn't mean it; I didn't mean any of it. I thought walking away from you was the best thing I could do, but it's not. I love you and will spend my whole life proving it to you, so if you still love me, please don't do this."

Juvia stood in her spot, frozen as she looked at both men, both giving her pleading eyes. Gray looked as if he was at the level of hopelessness, and Lyon stared around at the guest as if he would be swallowed alive at any moment. She was terrified between knowing what she wanted and what was expected of her.

She thought she would just drop dead right there from how fast her heart was beating, but her father's warm voice brought her to a place of solitude. "Breathe."

Juvia's head snapped up to her father as she tried to practice the meaning of his words. He continued smiling at guests as if nothing was wrong but stared at Juvia with knowing eyes. "You are my daughter, and if you want my blessing, here it is."

She stared at her dad, back at Gray, and then at Lyon, who stared at her nervously. Whispers and chatter were beginning to fill the room as everyone stared at the bride and her father, who stood still.

Juvia shook her head and dove into her father's arms, staining his shirt with tears as she continued to sob along with the skies. "Thank you."

Jose kissed the top of her head and released her from his grasp. Tears spilled from his eyes as he looked back at the doors with a final sigh. "Let your old man take care of this one."

The bluenette nodded, and with one last sympathetic look towards Lyon, Juvia ran towards Gray without another word. Her mother's screams for her were muted by the deafening hard pour as their legs headed in the opposite direction.

Lyon's head was hung down, his bangs covering his face as he silently loosened his tie. All the guests began to panic at the girls' departure while Jose attempted to settle everyone down. Juvia's mom was all but passed out as she waved a fan in front of her face rapidly in hopes of catching her breath, and Ur sat in a state of shock.

The heavy droplets of his tears bounced off the worn patch of the wooden church floor as Lyon sighed in defeat. Even just for a second, for a moment, she was his, and god, did she look so beautiful. Even as she ran away from the future they could have had together, Lyon couldn't deny her angelic existence. He had everything, money, power, and respect, but the only thing he lacked, the one thing he craved, was her love. He wished for Juvia's sweet, gentle devotion so dearly but only saw it from the sidelines when she gave it to Gray.

The rain fell harder, and Juvia's soaked dress became heavier, reflecting the weight that had been on her heart. Water filled her heels as she stomped through the shallow puddles causing her to misstep and nearly fall to the muddy ground, but Gray caught her. Her symbolic white gown became tainted and infused with the imagery of her scattered mind.

As they got further from the church, Juvia truly let it sink in what she had done as Gray ran ahead, his hand holding hers as he tugged her along with him. All the anger and sadness she held against him these past weeks washed away into the rain, and Juvia couldn't help but smile, and when Gray looked back at her with the same expression, she knew she had made the right choice.

He finally slowed down, his steps coming to a halt as he spun in the slippery mud, twisting on the tips of his shoes, wrapping his arm around her, and pulling her in a toe-curling kiss. Her feet were lifted from the ground as Gray spun her around.

"I don't deserve you." Gray cried, burying his face into her chest; Juvia sobbed as she held him close. "I do love you. I just wanted the best for you."

"So be the best for me," Juvia spoke softly.

People around the messy pair stared at them like a madman who had lost their minds, and maybe they had. After all, what kind of woman would give up a comfortable life, a simple life, for one full of unknowns and complexities? What kind of man would ask a woman to run away with him on the day of her wedding after previously pushing her away? People would say they were crazy, and Juvia's mother would shame them for embarrassing the family name in such a way, but they didn't care. As they ran through the rain towards their future, Gray and Juvia didn't care what past they left behind.