Meeting Macey

Hawaiian Engagements and Hysteric Husbands.

AN: oKAY BEFORE YOU START SCREAMING INTO THE SCREEN I'D LIKE TO ADVISE THAT I HAD INDEED LOST MY WATTPAD PASSWORD AND I STRUGGLED TO REMEMBER WHICH EMAIL I'D ATTACHED THIS ACCOUNT TO. TO MY SPONTANEOUS RETURN I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR DEVOTION TO THE STORY MEANWHILE AND LIKE TO SHARE SUCH FABULOUSNESS WITH A TRAILER MY FRIEND PREPARED FOR THIS FAN FICTION.

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Chapter: Hawaiian Engagements and Hysteric Husbands.

It'd been two weeks after the devious scheme devoured their thoughts. The opportunity to prepare a sneaky and ultimately satisfying vengence on the entertainment industry. With Ian frantically pacing the polished tiles of the luxurious hotel that they were situated in, he adjusted his tux in all anxiousness attempting to convince himself otherwise.

This isn't a real wedding.

I'm not really marrying Macey.

I wouldn't mind to though.

Well I am wearing an engagement ring. And I am in a tux. Witha bouquet of flowers ready for Macey.

Wait.

Regardless of such antics, he knew that within those anticpated movements, his girlfriend, (Fiance,) would saunter down the stairs; descending in a gown with a glowing expression.

And she did just that.

With his heart palpitating at the adored expression of his girlfriend, Ian stumbled towards her side, aiding her with an escort and offered her the beautiful roses assorted in a pale bun. Kissing her cheek in greeting, he impressively smirked.

"Stunning future Mrs. Somerhalder." Ian smugly smirked, winking teasingly as Macey bit her lip and tucked a strand of her ivory hair behind her ear, a slight shade of red tinting her complexion.

"Thankyou darling husband." She retorted with ease, teasingly grinning as she swiftly intertwined their fingers, destined to open the gates, literally; to their overwhelming future. No need for a physical reception and ceremony, just well dressed images of the apparent newlyweds would capture enough attention to entice their public relations company.

After these images would flit around the internet, the couple would be declared an offical wedded couple and consequently startle their managements, well; Whoops.

With their apparent best woman in tow, Candice indefinitely adjusting her corset attire gave a brief nod in approval and gestured to theblinding paparazzi swarming behind the complex doors. Ian hesitantly latched at the handle, smile faint as he escorted Macey to view of the photogaphers, who undoubtedly had their mouths lowered in ajar, absolute awe.

With a shy giggle, Macey faintly grinned into the lens and made a short statement, sure to make headlines globally. Thank goodness their parents were advised of such bewildering intentions.

"We'd prefer privacy if you don't mind, wedding day and all." She spoke, Ian'a arm securing her from a stumble in the miraculously high heels Candice had lent. Or lost.

"Thankyou for your concern, but we'd appreciate closure after such a wonderful occasion." Ian urged on in amusement, his teasing smirk apparent with the devilish glint in his gaze daggered in direction.

Dumbstruck, they obediently complied and stood back reverently, respectfully; allowing the wedded couple to stride past.

This wasn't the last of them but it certainly wasn't the first.

"Congratulations on your sucessful marriage Mrs Somerhalder." Ian remarkably spoke, smirking as he encouargingly snickered.

"The pleasure's all mine, Mr Somerhalder."