Stacie's POV
I groan from the loud sound coming from the clock. I "accidentally" smash the clock with my hand waking Olaf up and looking at me with a cute angry look on her face. I smile sheepishly and kiss her forehead. She grab me by the collar and kiss me roughly on the lips. When she pulled away I was in complete daze. I fell on the bed in dazed. Olaf chuckle and give me a peck on the lipsOlaf, should I wear a bowtie or a necktie or maybe nothing at our wedding. I said
Hmm.. I think you wearing a bowtie will be so cute. Like a little kid. She said and pinch my cheeks
What color? I ask her
Hmm.. She hum
Please don't be pink, please don't be pink. I muttered but she heard it
Oh! Pink will be so
cute in you! She said cheerfully but in a serious wayWait, I should just wear nothing! It'll be more cool. I said
No, That's my choice so you have to follow it. She said sternly
Yes Olaf. I said in defeat
And also, I want you to wear a pink vest and a white polo shirt. She said and my eyes widened and jaw dropped
Olaf! You do know that I hate wearing vests! I said and she glare at me
Whether you like it or not your going to wear it. She said and I nod in defeat
Almost forgot the pink pants. She said and I lay on the bed groaning loudly
Oh no my sisters will laugh at me when they see me wearing a vest at me and Olaf's wedding and what's MORE embarrassing that it's a pink vest with a PINK bowtie. Add the pink pants too
Even a pair of white socks and a pair of black shoes. She said and I nod
(Finally something that I can agree on)
Hey you okay? She ask me softly
I sit up and she straddle me
I'm fine Olaf I just don't want to embarrass myself at our wedding. I said truthfully
Shh.. you're going to do great at our wedding. She said and cup my face
You too Olaf. I said and kiss her forehead softly and she lay her head on my chest and we both drifted off to sleep
3 more days before our wedding
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Fantasy World
RomanceEmbark the adventures of the Mitchell Siblings and their journey of finding their Mate, who happens to be a Conrad.