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it was safe to say that luara was basically shitting bricks.
it felt like just yesterday that neymar was stood in front of her, flashing a diamond ring in her face, asking her to marry him, only for her to say no. now, though, she stood in her dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror, donning a glamorous wedding dress with her hair and makeup done, wondering if she made the right decision.
rafaella walked up behind her, folding her arms and resting her elbows on her shoulders, looking over at her in the mirror, "don't leave him here."
luara huffed, "i'm not going to, i just don't know if we should be getting married. i mean, we're not the best couple out there."
"yeah, but still. you find your way back to each other every time you break up, so why not just stay together forever?"
luara smiled a little, nodding her head. she smoothed out her dress, letting out a small breath, "i'm scared. i'm gonna be a wife, rafa. a mamãe next."
rafaella laughed, placing a kiss to her cheek, "you were basically a wife anyway, lu. been with my brother, how long? i don't even know. you should've been married ages ago. at least you're gonna be my actual sister now."
"oh, yeah." luara grinned, "i've never had a sister before. or a present father."
rafaella wrapped her arms around her shoulders, grinning back at her, "i've never had a sister before either. now we're both gonna have complete families."
before luara could respond, rafa let out another chuckle, "we're talking as if we're getting married. jesus."
"i know." luara chuckled, before letting out another breath and nodding her head, "i'm okay. i can get married. i'm gonna get married. to my man."
rafaella cringed, letting go of her and peeking out the window to the aisle, watching her brother get ready with his friends at the top of it, nadine straightening out his tie. márcia was making her way over to neymar too, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which no one had seen before, making rafaella raise her brows.
"you look beautiful, luara." neymar sr walked into the room, making luara spin around with a smile, "i'm not sure if i'm allowed in here, but, i'm here, so."
luara smiled, and sr walked over to give her a hug, "thank you."
after they pulled away, he ushered rafaella to follow him, "well, anyway, we need to get ready, so, i need to go sit, and you, raf, need to get walking."
"wait," luara stepped forward, and rafaella smiled, walking out the room to meet with her boyfriend so they could walk down the aisle together. sr turned back around, humming for her to go on, "would you walk with me? since dad's are meant to do that."
sr smiled, and he sniffled a little bit, catching luara off guard. she'd never seen sr get at least a little bit emotional before, seeing as all the times she'd seen him he'd either be sitting behind her or in front of her at neymar's games, in some sort of meeting, that stuff. whenever they'd spoken, it'd be a normal conversation, usually talking about his son, and that was that.
"sorry, lu. yes, course i will."
luara smiled, looping her arm through sr's and walking out of the room.
