Wasn't Meant For You But For Him

Context: This is years after highschool, possibly 5-6 years? Gabriel isn't HM here and HM was defeated a year after highschool was done for both Adrien and Mari. Mari isn't the Guardian, since Fu was never discovered, however Adrien and Mari knew each other's identities. Mari and Adrien are 24, Tim 25 and Damian is 17...

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Richard yawned as he made his way to the kitchen, noticing a dim blue light peer through the crack of the living room, deciding to poke his head into the room.

His eyes laid straight onto Tim, his attention on the television screen, his coffee spilled on the floor, his laptop and documents spread on his table long forgotten and covered by the lone mug.

Wondering what had captured his brother's attention, Richard decided to look at the television screen, then and there connecting the pieces.

"-and there you have it! Straight from the groom-to-be father's mouth!"

Richard watched as Tim got up and left the room, giving Richard a nod as he left.

"The wedding of the year! Of possibly the century! The unification of the mysterious designer -MDC- and the face of Gabriel - Adrien Agreste!" The tanned skinned reporter with a beauty mark above her eyebrow said. "And you're saying that MDC will be revealing her actual face at the wedding?"

"She is, without a doubt, along with her actual name."

"You heard it here first everyone! France's beloved designer, MDC, will be revealing her face and name at her wedding! So don't forget to joint down the big-"

Richard turned the television off, a click escaping his mouth as he cleaned up the spilled coffee on the floor and took the mug with him.

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"I can't believe that I'm late for my own wedding!" A woman said, bouncing her leg as she kept looking outside her window to see if the limousine was anywhere near the church, Goliath Cathedral.

While the cathedral was lovely, it was nothing compared to the Gotham Cathedral. Despite the Cathedral never being restored, its stone gargoyles and rusty bells attracted Marinette to the 800 foot, moss covered building.

It would've been wonderful to have the wedding there -no- to even walk inside the cathedral if it were ever restored. It's lovely interior was filled with history, the unreachable ceiling would've enthralled the people when the music started, drawing everyone into an ethereal trance.

The real trance, however, would start when Mari would step into the monotone room, her pure white dress becoming the centerpiece of adoration. The very dress she had on. An MDC original.

A dress made of tulle and lace, two materials and nothing more. The lace will create the sleeves and cover the bodice, forming an off-the-shoulder top. Tulle will create the skirt, lace once more adorning the hem of the dress and train that would be two meters in length. The veil would also be an MDC original, each crystal in that veil to be sewed on with joy and precision, an emotion that still radiated from Marinette since the day she started sketching her wedding gown.

"-Earth to Marinette!" Alya yelled, causing Marinette to let out a squeak. "About time you snapped from your trance!" Alya said with a giggle. "We're here."

"Already!" Marinette said with disbelief, looking outside her window once again, watching how crowded the streets in front of Goliath Cathedral were flooded with people of all ages and races, Marinette feeling something weighing on her. "Mon Dieu."

"Well, Gabriel did make a huge fuss about your grand day." Alya reminded her. "As much as I wish that I was the one to comment over your wedding, I couldn't say no to being your Matron of Honor." Alya said, really wishing to be the reporter to comment on her BFF's grand day, but knew this task will always be of greater importance.