𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

❝ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ❞

ｅｎｄｉｎｇ ｔｗｏ

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"(Y/N)! You have to hurry! The auto's going to be here any minute now!"

The young woman whose name was just mentioned flinched on her seat as she finally took both of her hands away from her neatly arranged (h/c) locks of hair. She took another glance of herself in the mirror, the faint bickering of the make-up artist and hairdresser in the background. They were currently complaining about the big movements that she was making which could ruin the four hour-long preparation that they've gone through just to make her this presentable.

"Don't stare too much in the mirror. You'll be late if you do that." (Y/N) once again heard her father's voice which snapped her back in walking towards the door. A smile of complete bliss graced her lips while mouthing a thank you to the grey-haired 56-year old man that turned the knob of the oak door and made way for her to pass through.

Just as she placed a step on the porch, a honk was mixed with the various sounds of the busy street. The lazy beams of the afternoon sun pierced through the buildings and pooled all over the cemented ground, a part of it shining towards a white Bentley Flying Spur. A fresh bouquet of pastel-hued silk flowers were arranged in an aesthetically-pleasing manner as it was adorning the car's bumper.

The middle-aged man picked up his pace and opened the vehicle door for his daughter to enter easily. The driver was kind enough to assist the female in since her choice to wear a puffy dress was starting to backfire her. (Y/N) huffed as she successfully felt the cushions of the carseat against the thick fabric that she was wearing. Her hearing senses perked upon noticing her father entering as well, closing the door a few seconds before the driver started the ignition.

"I told you you should've picked a Shinto-style wedding. The hassles would've been less compared to this." Light chuckles slipped past the mundane gaps of her throat while mindlessly listening to the angry mumbling that her precious father was doing. She patted the man's head before placing her hands back on her lap.

"Daisuke wanted a traditional church wedding, and... I wanted one too."

"Well, both of you have a bad taste in everything." Her father pursed his lips into a blank thin line right after spatting this playful rude remark about his daughter. The young woman ignored this and just casually scrunched her nose at him. "I'm kidding, child! Now don't give me that puppy look of yours!"

The vehicle finally came to halt, signalling the individuals inside to start moving out. Loud ringing of bells bombarded their eardrums along with the frequent falling of Ginkgo leaves unto the ground. The humongous mahogany door of the seemingly century-old church came into view as the older man went out of the car and aided the (h/c)-nette. A familiar tune played and all the people inside the building stood up, their sights all shifted towards the main entrance.

(Y/N)'s back stiffened as her (e/c) irises landed on the red carpet beneath her feet. She could feel hundred pairs of eyes darting towards her, the grip that she had on the bouquet that she was holding tightened. She wasn't sure if it was because she was nervous or embarrassed, either way, it seems like walking became a very hard task for her to do.

"Calm down, little one. He's waiting for you now." The grey-haired male gave his daughter a reassuring set of words as if he was still talking to a child. For some odd reason, this actually helped the woman recompose her posture.