Corsair// C!Techno x OC

Epilogue

Four years later:

Dress and suit pictures at the end of the chapter

~Lyra's POV~

"Why don't you look snazzy." I smile as Techno walks out of the bathroom in a suit.

"And you look beautiful." he smiles as I fix his tie.

"Thank you." I kiss him quickly and put my earrings in.

"Happy birthday darling." he smiles and pulls a bag out from behind a chair.

"You didn't have to get me anything. Phil throwing me an entire ball was more than enough." I smile and take the bag.

"I know, but you deserve having everything you want." he peers over my shoulder as I take the tissue paper out.

I look at him curiously as I pull a shoebox out.

"You got me a box! Oh I love it!" I say sarcastically as I admire the box.

Techno chuckles and motions for me to open the box.

"You didn't." I gasp and look at him as I take the lid off.

"I don't know, did I?" he smiles.

I peel back the tissue paper a little more and gasp again.

"You didn't!" I grin as I pick up a heel, the same pair that I had seen and wanted months ago while Techno and I were walking through town.

"Do you like them?" he asks as I admire the shoe.

"I love them! Thank you!" I smile and kiss him.

I look at the cream shoe, running my finger against the pearl cover straps.

"They'd go well with your dress." he points out.

"They would." I take the other shoe out and sit down on the bed to try them on.

"They fit right?" he asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah." I stand up and walk around a little.

"Thank you dear." I kiss him again as he stands up.

"Of course." he kisses back.

"Ready?" I ask, taking a deep breathe and fixing my sleeves.

He nods and we walk out of the bedroom and to the ballroom.

"There you are!" Phil greets us and smiles.

"Thank you again for this." I smile as well.

"Of course. You deserve a nice birthday." he continues to smile.

"Is there food?" I ask, taking a deep breath.

"Over there. Tommy should be there." Phil nods and points to a corner.

"Great. Thanks." I smile and start walking, Techno following.

"You ok?" I ask him, since he was fidgeting with his sleeves.