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( 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 ) ━ ❝ Champagne problems ❞

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( 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 )
━ ❝ Champagne problems ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ━ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘢? 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 - 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩.

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔 and Will looked like the happiest couple with 10 million subscribers between them, 4 years of friendship and an incredible group of friends - the two seemed to be perfect. A trip to France seemed like nothing more than an ordinary group holiday, to Angelica.

The group had rented a villa in the south, surrounded by nature and beauty. Partying wasn't anything new to the wild group, so Angelica didn't bat an eyelid when they decided to throw one. Silver and Black confetti across the ground floor, balloons and many bottles of champagne. She only rolled her eyes at Talia, who ordered her to wear the tiniest white cocktail dress, with matching shoes, Angelica's chocolate stained hair falling down in her back in tight ringlets.

The youngest Youtuber had made her way through the lounge, a flute of champagne permanently in her hand - unless she was taking a shot of jäger with Harry. Talia blushed under Angelica's stare, as the girls danced together for longer than expected.

Angelica couldn't understand why Will looked so flustered, scratching at his neck and hands, downing vodka like it was apple juice. He handed his girlfriend another glass of champagne, which she downed almost immediately, giggles falling from her lips, "Come on! We need to dance" She ordered, pulling him by his hands.

Will watched the brunette, as she twirled herself under his arms, Angelica leant against him, the music blaring in their ears, all nerves fell from him, "I love you" He muttered, pressing a kiss against her head.

Her hands fell from his. "Why so serious?" Angelica questioned, her cheeks now tainted a deep red, her breathing halted. She watches Will as he got down on one knee.

The music stopped, as Angelica gulped, blue eyes stared down at him, her head shook, she didn't dare look up, but she could feel the stares of her friends. All waiting and watching, for Will to ask the question and for her to cheer out a 'Yes!'.

"Angel, I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about this every day for the last year, all I want is you, Sloth is a terrible last name, so, thought, maybe you'd want mine?" Will cleared his throat, "Angelica Taylor Sloth, will you marry me?" 

Angelica couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the bright lights, for whatever reason her mouth felt dry, head-heavy. She couldn't form words and if she was honest with herself, she didn't want too. Their friends waited in silence, ready to cheer and set off confetti cannons.