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Timothée's pov
tomorrow would be mine and y/n first wedding anniversary. a year ago, on this day, only a few hours separated me from my future wife. I'll remember that day forever, it feels like yesterday. she walking towards the altar in that white dress, made to measure for her. it suited her so well.
that woman, god, yes, only he knows how a being like her can now be my wife and I am so grateful that he entrusted her to me.
I wanted to give her a great gift. she supported and endured me for a whole year of marriage plus 4 of engagement, and believe me, it's not easy.
I had just woken up and went to the kitchen to have breakfast, it was just 6:45
"hey baby!" she said aloud, to wake me from my thoughts I approached and kissed her forehead with adoration and pure love. then I looked into her eyes, she was smiling at me. "how was work yesterday?" "fine. nothing special." "not yet..." I whispered turning my face "what did you say?" she asked raising an eyebrow. it seemed she didn't really understand. "nothing." "uhm... y/n...?" she looked at me with a straight face "Today I have to leave for a business trip to Europe..." "what?" she asked bewildered "They hired me for a new film in Italy, but I can't tell you anything because it's still to be decided." I said "But, love, tomorrow-" "I know baby, I know. it's on our first wedding anniversary. how can I forget it " I lowered my head a little to kiss her lips "I'll be back in time. I'll be here to celebrate our anniversary with you. promised " "promised?" "promised as the fact that I will love you forever, wearing this ring to show people our union" I raised my hand showing her the wedding ring, she smiled. "Okie... I'll wait for you." she said to me in a fine and sweet voice.
I took the phone, sunglasses, wallet and passport. I was ready.
I gave her one last kiss on the forehead and left the house.
I arrived at the airport and took my private jet, which would take no more than three hours to get to Rome.
*arrived in Rome*
I arrived on time. I immediately left the airport and took a taxi to go to the shop where I had ordered her gift. Bulgari.
I arrived and entered immediately. "um, um ... buongiorno, sono Timothée Chalamet." I said, using that little Italian I had learned years before. "Oh, buongiorno Mr. Chalamet. Are you here to collect the necklace?" an elderly gentleman with an Italian accent asked me. I nodded. "Of course, I'll be right there. Let me ask the artisans" the old gentleman left me alone in that room. I raised my sunglasses to better see the luster of those jewels.
man... they were all beautiful. they had diamonds and a hundred thousand stones of other colors.
Bulgari is a Roman high-end jewelry brand and all the jewels are handmade by artisans. Y/n has always loved this brand's jewelry, but said it was too expensive for a girl like her, so I thought her dream necklace was perfect for a first wedding anniversary gift.
