riley: "please, (y/n)!"
"no, riley!"
"why not?"
"it's bad luck for you to see the dress before the wedding."
"not even a little peek?" riley pleaded, but you shook your head.
"riley, you're not going dress shopping with me, and that's final," you said, picking up your purse from the counter and turning to face your begging boyfriend. "i'm taking (y/bff/n) and my mom, i'll be back in a few hours, okay?" not satisfied with your answer, he let out a huff, pouting and muttering how unfair it was. "when i'm back, we'll go for dinner, okay?"
"fine," he pouted, but you leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips, grabbing your keys and opening the front door to your apartment.
"i love you. i'll be back soon okay?"
"okay, love you too." you gave him one last kiss, going to your car, soon having picked up your best friend and your mom, and were at the dress shop. the appointment was surprisingly quick, and you were lucky enough to find a gorgeous dress in just a little over an hour.
"thanks, (y/bff/n), i'll see you tomorrow." after dropping off your mom and your best friend, leaving your dress in the trusty hands of your mother, so riley couldn't sneak a peek at it, you headed back to your apartment, where you found riley waiting at the door.
"hey, (y/n)! need help carrying anything? something heavy, made of fabric, maybe?"
"hello to you too, riley," you giggled. "and no, i don't. i left it with my mom so you wouldn't have any chances to look at it."
"you really think i'd do that?"
"yes, i do."
he let out a sigh. "i guess you're right," he muttered. "fine, are you ready for dinner?"
"starving, let's go," you replied, both of you going out the door, riley driving both of you to your favorite restaurant and getting seated.
"okay, can you at least tell me something about the dress?" he asked, dropping his menu to look at you. "i'm dying here, (y/n)."
"one thing?"
"one thing. that's it, i promise."
"fine," you replied, mulling over something that you could tell him. "it's..."
"yes?" you could see the excitement on his face.
"white." right when you replied, his face fell.
"that's it?"
"you asked for one thing. that constitutes as one thing."
"but..."
"hey," you said, grabbing his hand across the table. "three more months. that's it. you'll get to see my dress, and then i'll be mrs. riley mcdonough."
his fallen face broke into a grin as he grabbed your hand. "alright. that's definitely worth waiting for."
thomas: "this one's pretty, babe." he pointed to a gold band with three diamonds in the middle. the two of you had decided to pick out your wedding bands together, because you wanted them to match. looking at the ring he had picked out, you couldn't help but agree; it was pretty.
"i like that one," you replied. "come here, let's try and find one for you that matches." the two of you walked over to the men's section, searching for a ring that looked like the one thomas had picked out. as you two were looking, a sales associate appeared.
