Lana's POV
I slowly walked into the church and stood at the top of the aisle, gazing down the church. The music was playing loudly but I couldn't hear a single thing.
The seats in the church were stuffed with Marina's family and friends. They were all dressed in pretty pastel colours. Baby pinks, baby blues, soft yellows and greens.
I walked up the isle, alone, with shaking hands. The bouquet in my hands shook and tiny petals gently fluttered to the ground. I gripped it tighter.
Everybody's eyes were on her. Everybody's eyes were on me.
I got up to the top and saw Marina. I nearly tripped over and I stepped up onto the alter.
Marina looked beautiful. She always did.
"You look beautiful in white dollface" I whispered.
"So do you" Marina whispered back.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
—————
(a/n : BAHAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD BYE)
YOU ARE READING
dollface ❁ larina
Fanfictionin which both lana del rey and marina diamandis both hate each other but both somehow are in paris at the same time, however neither are sober enough to recognise each other and the next morning, they wake up in room 93, tangled in each others arms.
