Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts

68. They call her Mrs. Roberts!

A/N: I cried multiple times writing this. Bring tissues, a friend (for moral support) and your love playlists!

= Today, two families came together to become one.

It felt like an eternity ago, the pair were sitting with their wedding planner, designing the little 'Save the date!' invitations for all their family and friends, it was more than surreal that today was the day.

Naturally, as the date got closer, there were less responsibilities for the couple, they had more time to enjoy alone, and the day was now in the hands of the lovely matron of honour. It was one of Charlotte's very, very long term friends, even before she had met Marjorie! It wasn't even a hard decision to make when Mia and Charlotte first got engaged, she was a clear winner and who better to choose than someone who had been in the exact position before.

All the ladies that Charlotte worked with were bridesmaids along with her university mates and family friends and Mia's friends from her travels. Their dresses were all coordinated to have hints of dark green and black, Charlotte's favourite colours, and some who were closer to Mia, took to adding touches of red, in favour of the mean redhead Char would wed in a few hours.

The colours the bridesmaids wore were ever so subtle, but just knowing that little parts of Char and Mia were on them for such a special day was enough to make Charlotte ever so emotional.

Mia didn't have much immediate family, she was an only child to her knowledge, and her father leaving her when she was young meant that there was a small hole in her heart today. Of those who potentially could have been here with her.

Saying this, she wouldn't wish for anything different to the arrangement she had currently, this chosen family of hers, getting to choose the people who represented her was an honour. Some of the people she trusted with her entire existence were people she had met on her holidays abroad. It was beautiful to reminisce over how unknowing she was to the impact these people would have on her life.

As Charlotte stood in front of the mirror in her bridal suite, she marvelled at her reflection. The dress she had chosen was a masterpiece of ivory lace and silk, making her fair skin glow, the dress accentuating her figure perfectly. All of her bridesmaids watched her in the mirror in pure shock. The intricate details of the gown shimmered in the soft light, and the delicate veil added a touch of ethereal beauty.

She decided to read to all of them a poem Mia had written to her on one of their dates.

You know my relationship with Art.
Never understood how important it was,
never saw how beautiful it was.
How impactful Art is.
Consumed in my world of logic,
seeing it as just a normal thing.
What would be so special about Art?

I met someone,
Blazing energy, humming bliss.
Tried to talk to them,
Tried to make them stronger

I tried to make you feel beautiful,
I tried to protect you,
I tried to make you understand
how important you are to me.

Loving you is my Art.

The warmth in your ice blue eyes,
The 'being' who sculpted your nose,
Your elegance in curves, your effortless curls.
The delightful you; head to toe.
they whom spent a lifetime sculpting you,

Because there is a care in the way you dress,
the way you breathe too.
My eternal sweetheart.
Not always fancy but always pleasing,
never letting one forget you are a lady.
Yet you prove how lightly a Goddess
walks the earth,
to evoke smiles in everyone.