Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

The One That Got Away✨

Bad Era

You eyed your reflection in the mirror, trying hard to digest the sight of yourself. Who was the woman under the layers of silk and taffeta, heavy rouge, and red lipstick?

A puff of air left your mouth, causing the lace veil to flap over your face. Your manicured fingers traced the beaded pattern of the gown wondering if you were just dreaming and all the opulence would melt away like cotton candy left out in the rain.

"Will the real Y/N please stand up?" You whispered.

Your mother entered the room with a bouquet of white lilies, frowning at the sight of you slouching in front of the mirror.

"Y/N," She scoffed. "How many times have I told you not to slouch in your dress? You can bust a seam that way. This dress is far too expensive,"

You grabbed the bouquet from her hands with a sigh.

"It's not like you paid for it," You retorted.

She frowned disapprovingly as she straightened your train.

"Did you eat a bowl of lemons for breakfast? You've been in a foul mood since you got up this morning,"

A wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of a woman's life- the day that all her dreams will come true. One day, long ago you used to believe that but now that the day had finally come, it felt more like a nightmare than a fairytale.

In mere minutes, you were set to walk down the aisle to marry your fiance, mega-pop star Michael Jackson.

The two of you had been dating for the past two years and you'd been the envy of many, many women around the globe. Michael was a real-life prince charming, the type of guy that every girl dreamed of marrying one day.

He was handsome, sweet and kind-his talent and wealth were just a bonus.

Michael absolutely adored you and showered you with love and luxuries almost every minute you'd been together. You adored Michael too, but not nearly as much as he did you. You were not accustomed to being kept by a man and enjoyed your independence, still, you enjoyed Michael's company too much to put an end to things.

Just before your second anniversary, Michael had brought an estate out in Santa Barbara and asked for your hand in marriage with a beautiful ring. As Mrs. Michael Jackson, you'd live on your own isolated little paradise with Michael called Neverland Ranch and raise a family together.

The idea sounded much too wonderful to say no.

The engagement delighted your parents, enraged women around the world who had their hopes set on becoming Michael's wife and turned you from a completely unknown woman to an overnight media obsession. Tabloids had predicted your wedding to rival that of Prince Charles and Princess Diana.

Neverland had been decorated like a palace and only your closest friends and family would be in attendance. The day was finally here, and you were having second thoughts.

"I'm nervous, okay?" You fuss.

Your mother sighed sympathetically as she toyed with one of your curls.

"That only normal, sweetheart," She smiled. "I was nervous when I was getting ready to marry your father but I pushed those nerves aside and followed my heart. Now we have you and here you are, all grown up and getting married,"

You sighed.

"Daddy isn't some major pop star," You started as you paced the room. "You didn't have to worry about the press following your every move or the National Enquirer writing stories about you or Daddy going on tour for months at a time. This is going to be the life I live as Michael's wife,"