A/N: Sorry for the late update. The online classes use up all the internet. So, I don't have enough data connection to write nowadays. Sorryyy!! Also, vote and comment please 😘

Tikki squealed excitedly as Marinette slipped into the gown.

It fit her like a glove, melding to her skin, but it wasn't too tight either. It lavishly caressed her figure, making her shiver a little at the delicacy of the material.

Gabriel Agreste had lived up to his name. The dress was exquisite, showing off the designer's excellent skills and his dedication to the work.

The strapless dress was white on colour with a slight pinkish tinge to the long trailing skirt. The sleeves of the dress hung low on her arms, which exposed her tender shoulders, and gave her the 'princess' look she had always dreamed about.

Marinette looked at herself in the large mirror, with a slight uncertainty in her face, when Alya called out from the outside. "Are you done with the dress? Juleka's here for the makeup!"

Marinette replied, "Yes, I'm coming."

She looked at Tikki who was hovering over her with a wide grin on her face.

Marinette looked at her kwami anxiously, "It's eating at me, Tikki. I just feel so...you know...jittery. "

Tikki put her small hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, Marinette. You are probably worried. Every woman wants their wedding to be just perfect, after all. "

Marinette smiled slightly," Thanks Tikki."

She opened the door to find Alya pacing around the room anxiously.

Alix and Myléne were busily arranging the makeup items. Juleka and Rose were laughing at some private joke they didn't share with anyone else while Chloé twirled around in her bridesmaid dress.

Chloé Bourgeois. She is the living epitome of how the classic 'mean girl' of high school can change with time.

She was sweeter and kinder than before. Perhaps, it had something to do with her relationship with George Styles, an young entrepreneur, and also Luka's cousin, who had captured her heart when she had met him in university. She was still a bit spoiled, but had maintained a good relationship with Marinette and all of her high school friends.

Marinette cleared her throat, making everyone look at her. Alya was starting to say something when her voice caught.

Marinette looked so beautiful in the dress.

Her friends' mouth hung wide agape.

"Wow..." Alya broke the pregnant silence.

Marinette asked her friends with a bit of insecurity in her voice," Do I look okay? "

Juleka smiled, "You do."

Her other friends nodded in agreement.

Marinette looked at Alya, "Are you guys done? "

Alya gave her a thumbs up, "We're good, girl. "

Alya was the maid of honor and Chloé, Rose and Alix was the bridesmaids. Myléne was married, so she couldn't be one. Juleka didn't feel comfortable walking with all eyes on her, although she did comfort the couple that she would be in the first row. Alix, despite being grumpy about having to wear a dress, happily agreed to be a bridesmaid.

Chloé smirked, "Luka won't know what hit him. Now, sit down. I'll do your hair. "

Marinette sat down in front of the mirror.

Chloé brought a curling iron to the bluebell's shoulder length hair, taking few pieces and wrapping it around the thin iron. She then put her hair into a glorious, but incredibly simple updo, leaving some wavy strands framing her face.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Marinette smiled at Chloé," Thanks a lot, Chlo."

The blonde flipped her hair, "Don't mention it. "

Juleka got up from the chair and walked towards her. She smiled, "Leave the makeup to me. "

Marinette nodded and Juleka worked her wonders. She artfully brought the brush across her face, smoothing Her slightly rumpled complexion. Taking a thin brush, she delved it into the sparkly pink eyeshadow and brushed it across Marinette's closed eyelids. It sparkled in the light as she added colour after colour, dark after light, splashing the shimmery spectrum across her eyelids. She then drew a thin line of kohl just above her thick eyelashes. Juleka then applied mascara and red lipstick on Marinette. Juleka then set the veil over her hair, signalling the completion.

Marinette slowly opened her eyes. As she marveled at herself in the mirror, her friends fangirls over her look.

She slowly stood up, a long train behind her. With a smile in her face, she looked absolutely ethereal.

As if right on cue, someone knocked on the door. Alya hurriedly opened it.

It was Sabine. She nearly burst into tears when she saw Marinette.

Controlling herself, she whispered in a quiet voice," It's time. "
---------------------
Adrien stood in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. He wore a black suit and green tie, which Marinette had herself chosen, joking that it matches his Chat Noir costume.

Iven was standing next to him, talking with someone on his phone. Kim was joking with George, who was laughing hard at something he said.

Adrien looked around. The Bourgeois Hotel was still the best in Paris with its quality service and interior design. It also housed a secret chapel, which was the wedding place of many celebrities, who wished to have a wedding without the paparazzi. And since Marinette wanted a wedding only with the people they loved, the couple thought of this hotel as the best choice.

Adrien didn't himself know why he was attending her wedding, when he knew that every second of the ceremony would be pure torture for him. Plagg had advised him to stay at home today, giving illness as an excuse. But Adrien had simply ignored him.

"Do I look okay? "

Luka interrupted his thoughts. Adrien turned around to face him. Luka wore a three piece suit, paired with long trousers that accentuated his tall figure. His teal tipped hair was planned in a careful disarray. Luka was smiling nervously at him.

Adrien smiled back, "Yeah. "

Luka released a deep breath.

(A little Lukadrien for y'all 😄)

Someone knocked on the door. Iven opened it. It was Alya.

"Dudes, it's time."

Luka smiled and strode out of the room, followed by the guys.

Kim and George were smitten by their partners, who looked gorgeous in the bridesmaid dresses.

Alya walked towards Adrien with a sad smile on her face, working her fingers through his in a comforting grip. She slowly whispered, "I'm sorry."

Adrien forced a smile, "It's okay. "

A strict looking woman walked up to them and clapped her hands," Everybody. Pay attention. After the music ends, the groom's grandparents and parents will walk in. Then the groom and the pastor. After that, the best man and the maid of honor, get my point? Good. Then the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. After that the bride will enter with her father. Is she ready? "

The last question was directed at Alya and she quickly answered, "She is ready."

The corners of the lady's lips quirked up, "Alright then, follow me. "

They strode along the large corridors, talking among themselves.

Alya looked at the blonde man who forced a smile as he chatted with Luka.

She unlocked her phone and texted Nino,
'Hey, do you think it was a good idea to not attend the wedding so that he can be the best man? He is hurting. '

Her phone dinged almost the next minute,
'Honey, we had to do this. Even if he's hurting today, he'll eventually get over it like this. But if we hadn't done it, he'll probably go insane, loving her like that. '

Alya sighed softly.

They soon reached the giant double doors, amidst the excited chatter and Luka's deep nervous sighs.

The doors opened, revealing a large chapel, beautifully decorated with flowers and love.

The organ dwindled on the last few notes of the song. The walking soon began.

Marinette's grandparents walked down the aisle. After that Luka's mother found her way at the front, accompanied by his grandfather.

After that, Luka smiled nervously at them before walking ahead. The pastor followed him.

The lady jerked a finger towards the door, "Your turn!" she urged.

Alya locked her arm around Adrien's as they walked down the aisle. The blonde looked around and saw his father standing in the first row, staring at him with heartbreak in his eyes.

Alya could feel him shivering and shaking lightly. She pressed on his arms in reassurance.

They parted ways as they reached the altar.

Adrien stood behind Luka, anxiously waiting for her.

His Princess. His Lady.

After a few restless seconds, the doors reopened.

And she entered.