When Y/N Y/L/N's famous author brother is to be married to his publisher's sister, Wanda Maximoff, Y/N tries to go along with everything as usual in hopes of it ending as quickly possible.
But when Wanda begins to take a liking to the wrong Y/L/N...
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Just when I thought the countdown to the wedding couldn't get any worse, it did.
I was dragged to go suit shopping with Pietro, my dad, Oleg and my brother since Y/B/N wanted a woman's opinion on his outfit. Then I was dragged along with Wanda and our mothers to confirm the choices for the venue, the décor, the flowers and every other detail that the wedding had. And then I had to pretend that I was over the moon for the happy couple when I actually wanted to lock myself in my room and pretend the outside world didn't exist.
Doing all of these things only brought me sadness. I didn't want to watch Wanda and Y/B/N get married. I didn't want to be her maid of honour and I didn't want to help them prepare for the rest of their lives. Because what did that mean for Wanda and I? Where would we go with this?
We hadn't discussed it and I wasn't sure we ever would. The spare moments we had together were only ever spent appreciating the time we had. Neither of us could say what we really thought because we knew where it would lead... living in ignorance was indeed bliss.
"I think this is the one," Iryna was saying with a nod before looking to Wanda and I. "Y/M/N and I will talk to the caterers, you both just wait here."
We were cake shopping. It was supposed to be a thing for Wanda and Y/B/N, but my brother had conflicting work and trusted me to make the right decision. I tried to get out of it, not wanting to help the love of my life choose a wedding cake for a wedding that wasn't ours, but as usual, my mother was insistent.
Wanda nodded and we watched our mothers join our fathers in talking to the caterers before looking back to the table full of cake and decorations before us. The only perk of cake tasting was tasting the cake. Everything else was bittersweet.
"You happy with the one you chose?" I asked her with a quirked brow.
She hummed in response, so I distracted myself with the cake toppers whilst we waited for our parents to return. But then Wanda said, "What about this one?" and I looked her way, only to get a mouthful of cake.
Her laughter filled my ears as I tried to fight a smile from my cake-smothered lips. Grabbing a napkin, I wiped the icing away and glared at her playfully.
"You're so lucky there's people around right now or I would have definitely kissed you," I told her knowingly, managing to wipe the last of the mess from my cheek.
She shrugged. "What a shame."
Licking her icing-covered fingers, she winked seductively at me, making me roll my eyes and look the other way. This earned another laugh from her and I bumped her with my waist, signalling for her to stop being a pain in my arse.
I distracted myself with the cake toppers once again – a traditional assortment of a well-dressed groom and bride. Wanda's fingers clasped another bride cake topper before holding it beside the one in my right hand.
