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"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴...?"
Rody has been working for Vincent for about 12 months. He's learnt that Manon isn't going to call him back and that he has to move on. Which he has. And he...
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———————————————————————— Vincent was pacing back forth in the room, the chefs, since they were chosen to be grooms men and women, watched, sighing at this pathetic twink man.
"Chef..."
"Calm the fuck down-"
"I CAN'T."
Twi- I mean Vincent groaned loudly in frustration and sat in the chair. He was in his getting ready attire while Rody was in another room getting ready and having his hair done by a professional Vincent hired. Augustine was toddling around, a young niece of one of the chef's, who was being the flower girl, playing with him.
"Chef, you have to try and calm down."
Vincent sighed and stood up.
"Right. You're right. I am going to get dressed now."
Vincent walked into the bathroom to change and probably accidentally hurt himself because there was a loud "FUCK!" from the bathroom.
"Chef, that's after the ceremony!"
Willis shouted to him, snickering with the rest of the chef's as Vincent threatened to fire him.
After a bit, Vincent walked out as the all the chef's eyes widened in complete surprise.
Vincent was in a pearl white suit with a cornflower blue tie and probably a corset because he had that hourglass shape 😍😍 (sorry-). He had a shawl made of a clear crystal of some sort, the shawl all down his arms and wrapping around his wrists, as he looked down at himself and sighed.
"That was difficult to get into."
The chef's were too stunned to speak, mouth agaped and on the floor. The professional hair stylist walked into the room and quickly began to style Vincent's hair, as Vincent looked at the chosen flowers. Red roses and white cornflowers. That idiot bastard, Rody...
The hair stylist combed Vincent's hair back and put it in a small ponytail, a small comb with pearls and clear quartz making a sort of spiky circle at the back of his head. Vincent looked in the mirror as two strands of hair fell out of place and rested on his forehead. The hair stylist let it be and Vincent then was ready in his goofy, expensive looking wedding outfit.
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Rody, meanwhile, was playing with Augustine, throwing him up in the air again and catching him, spinning him around each time as he squealed in laughter. Augustine then had to be put down on the floor again and got ready.
Rody was in a black suit with a red tie and what seemed like an obsidian jewelled shawl that just lay past his hips. He sighed.
"Why does Vince have to be so expensive with this entire wedding... I haven't even spent a dime..."
Rody looked in the mirror, watching his reflection stare back at him. His eyes looked lost. He had more stubble on his face than from 4 years ago, when he had just started working for Vincent. His face blankly stared back at him and his body started to not respond to his brains commands. The background all around him and in the mirror seemed the shatter like glass and his body was restricting movement. He just stared. In the mirror. Back at himself. There was incoherent muffled talking around him and his ears begun to ring.
