And I'm back again with the lutteoficweek prompts. This is not an au for me anymore... it's now canon in my fanon! Have fun reading!
Prompt: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
Luna couldn't believe it, tomorrow was finally going to be the day she would marry Matteo Balsano.
Deciding on the date for the wedding had been a true nightmare. She would never have thought that Matteo or even his parents were this superstitious. Either it was bad luck to marry in this month, or the weekday was cursed and, for the love of God, don't ever suggest marrying on the 17th to an Italian. Matteo had almost fainted. When he had recovered, Matteo had told her that the number 17 was the equivalent of the number 13 in Italy.
Since they would get married in Rome they had settled for 3rd September, a Sunday, as Sunday was believed to be the luckiest day in Italy to get married.
They were currently at his parents house, sitting on the couch and still had half an hour before Nina would show up. Being the matron of honor, as she was already married, it was her job to make sure that Luna would make it safely to the hotel where her parents were staying because bride and groom would spent the night before their wedding separately. They already had their rehearsal dinner yesterday which was the topic of their conversation now.
"It was wonderful," Luna smiled. Everyone had a great time and Gastón hadn't messed up his Italian toasting words. Matteo nodded. "I do have a question though," he said, "Why was your rehearsal dress green? I know it was supposed to be traditional but no one does that anymore. A green brooch or stash would have sufficed." Luna rolled her eyes. "I thought you did your research on Italian wedding traditions," he teased.
Luna knew what she had to say, "Your grandmother insisted." Matteo groaned. "Okay, I take everything back." If Luna had learned one thing in all those years she had been together with Matteo was that you absolutely did not argue with Fabiola Balsano.
"Why did she want it to be all green?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Luna tried to not meet his gaze. "I can't tell you that," she said, looking at her hands. "Why not?" She let out a nervous laugh, "You'll see tomorrow."
"Well, it has to to with the dress then." Luna's panicked expression was answer enough. "Does she hate it?" he started laughing, "Is it too modern for her?"
"No, Matteo. We both know that I would now have a different dress if had she hated it. In fact, she loves it. There's just one tiny little thing that unsettled her a little bit. So I promised her to wear a green dress. To soothe her nerves." In reality it had been more of an ultimatum. Wear a green rehearsal dress or search for another wedding dress.
Luna had fallen in love with the dress as soon as she had seen it on the hanger and when she had finally put it on, she had known that it was her dress. Luna, being the people-pleaser she was, would have worn a potato bag if that meant Fabiola was content and she could wear her dream wedding dress. Green symbolized luck in Italy and according to Matteo's grandmother she would need every luck she could get with her wedding dress.
"Now I'm even more intrigued." Matteo said. Oh great. "Tell me about your dress." Luna pursed her lips. "You know that the groom isn't supposed to see the dress before the wedding, right?" she asked warily. "Yes, I know, which is why I said tell and not show." Luna sighed. Matteo could be so impatient. Would it be that bad to tell him one detail?
"Maybe it's not white," she mumbled, hoping Matteo wouldn't hear it. But, of course, he had. "What?" he stuttered, " Luna, you can't just say that!" She tried her best to contain her laughter. "I thought you wanted to know something!" Luna defended herself. "Yes, but something minor. Not white, dear God. I won't be able to sleep tonight." She cracked a smile. Served him right. "Let's just hope we somehow match because Gastón doesn't need more material for his speech," Matteo said. Luna frowned. What did he mean by that? "Why should we not match?" she asked confused.
"Luna, Luna, Luna," Matteo shook his head, "I'm not going to wear a normal, boring black suit on our wedding day. If you wear something special I should too. Besides, I have to look good for my bride."
She laughed, "Just make sure my bouquet is there on time." Traditionally, it was the groom's job to supply the bridal bouquet in Italy. It was considered to be his final gift to his fiancée before she would become his wife. "If not I might be late to the wedding," Luna added.
"Luna, you have to be on time. We have a tight schedule tomorrow." Matteo said, his inner perfectionist taking over. "Hm, I always thought it is a must that the bride doesn't show up on time," she teased. None of her friends had been on time, even Nina. With her luck Luna would probably get stuck in traffic or something.
"If you aren't walking down the isle by 8am sharp I'm going to shove cake in your face at the reception," he warned.
"You wouldn't," she gasped. Matteo smirked at her, "It has to be a wedding tradition somewhere." Luna crossed her arms. "It isn't in Italy, Argentina or even Mexico so if you shove cake in my face tomorrow you'll have the worst wedding night of your life." Matteo couldn't hold back a laugh. "Are you threatening me with no sex?" Luna threw her hands into the air. "You're so insufferable!" she huffed. "I can't be that bad. You still agreed to marry me after all," Matteo said, his signature chico fresa smirk in place again. Luna couldn't hide her smile. "I did," was all she said.
Suddenly, her phone beeped. Luna looked at the screen, seeing that Nina had written her a text, asking why she wasn't waiting outside. Luna sighed. "I have to go," she looked at him apologetically. Luna wanted to stand up but Matteo held her back. "One last kiss as my fiancée?" How could she say no to that? Luna leaned in and their lips meet.
The kiss turned out to be a little more heated than she had expected. Just when Luna had thought that Nina would have to wait even longer now, they were interrupted from another sound of Luna's phone. She didn't even have to look to know that it was a message from Nina again.
"I really have to go now." Luna said. Matteo didn't intervene this time, even though he looked clearly annoyed. He accompanied her to the door. "See you tomorrow," she smiled shyly at him. "Hopefully at 8am," he said. "I'll try my best," Luna assured him.
Matteo laughed softly, "Please don't keep me waiting. I can't wait to see that non-white wedding dress of yours."
