delicate | nanami x reader

Chapter 25: This Moment, This Person: Part 2

a/n: the final chapter! 🥹 it truly has been such a fun time writing this, i genuinely cannot believe i was able to get it down in under 6 months. thank you so much if you've read up until this point. enjoy!

p.s the song 'video games' by lana del ray would be fitting for this chapter

okay bye!!!!

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You place the final headpiece on your delicately done hair: the veil. Stylists advised you not to put the veil on until 10 minutes before your queue to walk in. And as of right now, you're making your way to the ceremony.

You have so many butterflies in your stomach. The nervousness in you is unwavering, like a clingy best friend. You're constantly reminding yourself to breathe and with all of this, you wonder if Kento is as nervous as you.

He is.

Meanwhile, Kento is already standing on the podium, alongside the priest. The rest of the crowd has already taken their seats. They're waiting on you. He's waiting on you. His heart is beating out of his chest and all he can look at is the aisle where you're supposed to walk down. He's nervous that you're going to appear around the corner at any moment.

But you didn't know of this. All you were aware of, was how nervous you were yourself.

"We're here, bride." The driver informs you. He halts the jeep and two assistants help you out of the car. You take a glance at the venue. It's a garden, a large gazebo casting over almost the entire thing, but you still can't see the podium. From here, you still can't see Kento.

"Let's go," the assistants say. You blink a few times to gain back your focus. You walk, each step being watched over and carefully taken. Your wedding dress is a white, off-the-shoulder sheath that flows all the way down to the ground.

You're near the corridor of the aisle where you're supposed to walk down. It's just one more corner turn until you'll see Kento for the first time. But the assistants halt you and request for you to wait as they quickly run down the aisle themselves. You're unsure why they just left you here.

A few moments later, the assistants return, except this time, with a third party. This third party is your daughter.

"Salem?" You say and she places her index finger over her lips.

Oh.

She's the flower girl, of course you couldn't forget that. One of the assistants whisper, "Alright Salem, in t-minus 30 seconds, you're going to walk down the aisle and toss the rose pedals from your basket onto the floor, okay? And following behind her, will be you, bride."

"I understand." You say. Your stomach is a whirlwind right now, but at the same time, you're prepared. It's been a long 6 months of preparation for this moment and endless amounts of practice rundowns and finally, it's happening. Your excitement overshadows your nervousness.

A symphonic melody begins to play. It's so angelic. You recognize this melody to be the one you practiced your rundowns with.

The assistants hand you your bridal bouquet and walk over to the other side of the entrance. From there, they're mouthing the words, "Five, four, three, two, one—"

Salem turns the corner and begins to walk, slowly.

You know this is your queue to begin walking as well.

Just like you practiced.

You gradually turn the corner and enter the venue. You're walking slowly, carefully and delicately, your veil trailing behind you and your dress flowing with the slight breeze. You're looking down as you walk at a pace to match the rhythm of the melody that is playing. You're looking down at the rose pedals Salem is tossing on the floor. You're nonobservant of the crowd, you're almost in your own bubble. In this moment, you can sense so many eyes on you. You sense Kento's, as well. But it doesn't really hit you until you notice the podium ahead of you.