"You'll be fine Alya." Marinette consoled gently. "If went alright for me, than it will go perfect for you." Alya rolled her eyes. "Right." She scoffed. "It was just..." Marinette hesitated. "How many?" Alya pressured. "20." Marinette said, lowering her eyes. Alya laughed.

It was much better than Marinette's wedding to Adrien. Nino was nervous (Alya would tease him mercilessly about it for years to come) but it was perfect.

In Nino and Alya's eyes at least .