Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Capítulo Veintiuno

Warning for google translated Italian. If it's grammatically incorrect and you know it, please tell me do I can edit it eventually 🙏 thank you and enjoy. (Translations will be in brackets at the end of the paragraph)

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March, 2020

Mallory and Taylor found themselves on a secluded beach on the enchanting island of Sicily.

The sun shimmered brightly overhead, casting a golden hue upon the crystal-clear waters that gently caressed the shoreline. Mallory and Taylor marvelled at the picturesque beauty surrounding them. The beach stretched as far as the eye could see, adorned with powdery white sand and framed by towering cliffs on either side. It was as if they had stumbled upon their own private paradise.

Eager to make the most of their day, Mallory and Taylor spread out their beach towels and settled down under the shade of a colourful umbrella. They relished the tranquillity of the moment, basking in the warm Sicilian sun and listening to the soothing melody of the ocean waves.

"I kinda wanna tan," Taylor murmured.

Mallory looked up at her. "Yeah, you're whiter than- never mind."

The singer squinted at her wife and then suddenly broke out into a grin.

"What?"

"You're my wife," Taylor said with an obtuse smile. It made Mallory blush and look away. "Like, we actually got married."

The brunette chuckled and nodded. "I'm your wife. You're my wife. We got married!" She cheered. "I still don't believe it. Like, we're on our honeymoon right now. We kissed at the altar eight days ago. Our rings!"

"Our rings!" Taylor exclaimed back with just as much enthusiasm as they both looked at their left hand. "I love you."

"I should hope so. I mean, you married me."

The couple decided to explore the beach, hand in hand, their footprints etching the sand as they ventured along the shoreline. They discovered seashells of various shapes and sizes, collecting them as treasured souvenirs of their time together. Mallory playfully drew a heart in the sand, followed by their initials. It would be gone by the time they came back because the tide was coming in, but it still made Taylor blush.

After a stroll, Mallory and Taylor sought respite from the sun's rays by taking a refreshing dip in the azure waters. Laughing and splashing, they embraced the joyous freedom of their honeymoon. They revelled in each other's company, feeling as though the entire world belonged solely to them.

"You have to teach me how to surf," Taylor said suddenly whilst Mallory was floating on her back.

Her ears were going in and out of the water, she almost missed what Taylor said before she stood up suddenly. "What? How do you know I can surf?"

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows. "You're half Australian, right? You used to spend every summer in Australia. It'd be kind of sad if you were an Australian that couldn't surf."

"That's a hurtful stereotype. Not all Australias live by the coast. Who do you think I am? Byron from H2O?" Mallory frowned when Taylor nodded. "Fine. I'll teach you, but we have to do it in Australia. California ain't shit."

Taylor grinned and threw her arms around Mallory's neck, pulling her in for a kiss. The brunette groaned slightly and pulled Taylor's waist closer to her. The singer pulled away with a teasing smile and pecked Mallory's lips once more before swimming back to the shore.

As the day progressed, the couple sat on the beach, engrossed in a novel they had brought along. They took turns reading aloud, their voices blending with the sounds of nature. It was a perfect moment of serenity, encapsulating the essence of their love and shared interests.