What About Us?

Chapter 29: I Now Pronounce You Husband And Wife

Wedding day...
~Marinette~
"How does the dress fit?" My mom asks. "Like a glove." I say as I walk out. Tears form in her eyes as soon as she looks at me. "You look so beautiful." I give her a fake smile. "Thank you."

"Okay let's get started on your makeup." She says and pulls me into a seat. "I can't believe you're getting married." "Me neither." I say as tears fill my eyes.

"No, don't cry. We can't ruin your makeup." "I'm sorry." "Are you excited?" "Not really. I thought when I would get married it would be to someone I actually loved." "Don't start. If you want to keep Adrien safe you will go through with this.

"I didn't say I was backing out. You asked me a question and I answered." "Well you'll learn to love him, so get over it." "That's what you keep saying, but I don't think I will."

"Enough with this. I don't want to hear your comments anymore." "Sorry mother." I say as she continues applying makeup.

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"There all done. Now don't mess up the makeup." She says as she walks out.

As soon as she walks out I look in the mirror and break down in tears. I don't know how I'm going to be able to do this, but I don't have a choice. This is for his safety.

"Marinette?" Alya and Chloe say as they knock on the door. "Just a second!" I say as I quickly wipe my tears and fix my makeup.

"Come in." I say and they walk in. "Oh my gosh! You look so beautiful!" They squeal. "Thank you, but look at how gorgeous you both look. I chose my bridesmaids right." I say and they giggle.

"So how are you doing?" Chloe asks. "Not so good. This sucks, but it's for the best." "Don't worry Marinette we'll be by your side the whole time." Alya says. "Thanks." "Now let's curl your hair."

~Adrien~
My dad and I walk into the castle and place the cake down on the table. Sabine and Tom see us and walk over. "The cake looks adequate." She says. "Why don't you stay and watch?" Tom suggests.

"No we're fine. We have more orders to do." I say. "Stay. I insist." Sabine says. "Just for a little bit." My dad says. They nod and walk away.

"I didn't think it would be that easy." "What can I say? They're predictable." I say. My dad turns to me and we both smile.

~Marinette~
"Girls it's almost time for you to walk down the aisle." My mom says. I put on my veil and we all walk out.

"Alya you're going to be walking down with Ivan and Chloe you'll be with Nathaniel." My mom says as the guys walk over to us.

The music starts and my mom hands me my bouquet. "It's starting. Places everyone." She says and walks out to her seat.

My dad walks up to my side and pulls me in a hug. "You look beautiful." "Thank you." I say as I interlock my arm with his.

After Alya and Ivan walk out I wait for Chloe and Nathaniel to go. The bridal music comes on signaling that it's my turn.

"You ready?" My dad asks. "I don't have much of a choice. I have to be." "Don't start Marinette." He whispers as we walk down the aisle.

I turn my head and see Adrien standing by the cake. Of course they'd make him watch. He looks at me and throws me a wink. Oh no. This can't be good.

~Adrien~
I watch as Marinette walks down the aisle. She looks around and her eyes land on me. I throw her a wink to let her know I've got it handled.

She quickly turns her head away when she reaches Luka and her dad hands her off. "We are gathered here today to witness the marriage between Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Luka Couffaine."

As soon as that sentence is finished I reach into my pocket and pull out my part of the plan.

~Marinette~
Suddenly a bunch of smoke fills the room. "We're going to need everyone to evacuate! We need to do a safety sweep." A guard shouts and starts guiding people out.

The guards guide me, Alya, and Chloe back to the dressing rooms and they take everyone else into a separate room.

"Oh my god! The smoke ruined my make up." I say as I look into the mirror. "Where's my makeup bag at?" I ask as I look in the drawer. "My mom will kill me if I go back out like this."

"Just cover your face with the veil." Alya suggests. "That's a good idea." I say. "I didn't even know my mother ordered a smoke machine." I add.

"She didn't." Alya says. "Then where did it come- oh no. What are you guys planning?" "We're not planning anything."

"Adrien winked at me! I know you're up to something!" "You think we're up to something because Adrien winked at you?" "Well- I know that sounds crazy, but I know Adrien!"

"Girl you really think we'd risk something happening to him?" "Well when you put it that way I guess not." They giggle and take a seat.

"Ugh this dress is killing me!" "Dupain-Cheng! The dress is dirty!" "It's okay I don't really care." "Your mom will. She'll be furious if you go back out there with it looking like that."

"You're right. I'll change so I can clean it." "Change into something comfortable we'll be waiting here for a while." Alya says and I nod.

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~Adrien~
"It's all clear. You're welcome to return to your seats." A guard says. "I'm sorry son. It looks like the plan failed." My dad says as we walk back to the venue.

"Trust me father. The plan didn't fail." "Yes it did. Look." He says as Marinette walks back out with the veil drooped over her face. She turns to me and nods. I smile and turn around and see Nino hiding behind a table.

I give him a slight nod signaling to start his part of the plan. After that the music gets louder. "Now where were we?!" The priest shouts as he walks over to the bride and groom.

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"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do you take Luka Couffaine to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest says loudly. "I do." "What was that?" He shouts. "I said I do!" She says barely loud enough to hear.

"Luka Couffaine, do you take Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do!" He says loudly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Luka smiles as he lifts up the veil barely enough to expose her lips. He pulls her into a kiss and the crowd erupts in cheers. "I'm sorry Adrien." My dad says as he places a hand on my shoulder.