A flight attendant cruised down the narrow aisle of the aircraft, twirling from row to row to collect trash before descent. She shook her plastic bag, letting passengers discard magazines or finished puzzles. As she reached the flight's first class section, she paused, frowning at the girl that covered her face with her hands and shook her head. The silver-haired man at her side smiled politely at the attendant, refined confidence assuring the woman that the curly-haired young lady was just fine. The airline employee turned to the other row.
Grey's hands dropped from her eyes as she turned to Jimin. "So let me get this straight. We are also getting interviewed by Vogue?"
Jimin sighed. "Celia told the press about the wedding."
"Which we aren't having. Did she even ask your permission?" Grey peered out the porthole window, one leg shaking.
The angel shook his head. "She probably thought she was doing something nice for us."
Grey scoffed. "What's a celebrity wedding without the proper advertisement?"
"You ready for this?" Grey glanced at Jimin. He kindly stared back, all seriousness and understanding.
He looked so adorable when he was worried. Softening at his hesitation, Grey bit the inside of her cheek. "I think so."
Jimin chuckled, reaching across their armrests to play with one of her stray curly hairs. He tugged until it straightened, and his eyes lit up as he let it go and it returned to a spiral shape. He put his hand back in his lap, but the look that accompanied the action never disappeared. That shameless marvel and wonder at Grey.
"You never would have let me do that a few months ago."
She smiled softly, staring in her own lap. "You just don't seem as dangerous anymore."
"I'm still dangerous," he teased.
She shrugged, laughing. "Not to me."
"You just aren't boring anymore."
Her eyes widened. "Did Park Jimin just say I'm not boring?"
He threw his hands up defensively. "I've done many crazy things, but none of them included having a fake wedding."
"There's a first time for everything," she chided.
He smirked. "A few months ago, you never would have said that either."
She blinked indifferently. "Your point, Jimin?"
A flight attendant announced that they were soon to land. He faced forward. "Maybe you're the one I should be afraid of."
Grey mimicked him. "Maybe. I think I just learned from the best. Be impulsive and think about the consequences later."
Jimin couldn't help but turn his head and play with another one of her curls. "No, that's Taehyung's style."
"Then what did you contribute?" She tilted her head, enjoying him playing with her hair.
"The sexy confidence."
Even though she looked fine, she combusted in her seat. He had a way of doing that... making her feel like a firework or sparkler or anything alight.
"Thank you for that, then."
His fingertips accidentally brushed her neck. Goosebumps raked down her arms underneath her sweatshirt. He said, "You did it yourself."
"I should use it today then," she said. His knuckles grazed her neck once more, and drifted to her jawline before disappearing. She did her best to memorize what that felt like. "As far as everyone else knows, we're getting married. Let's give them the best wedding shoot of their life."
His mischief rubbed off on her from months of living together and he knew it. He eagerly asked, "How so?"
"We'll give them one hell of a performance. Grey and Jimin will hit them harder than they've ever been hit." And she knew it was true because that is what they did together. They played to one another's strengths and created something new altogether. They exaggerated and dramatized until they painted the boring white canvas of their circumstances with hundreds of different colors. Perhaps that defined their relationship; two individuals always searching to expand, understand, or change what happened around them.
The two best actors plotted without having to exchange much conversation, and the anxiety pestering Grey transformed into excitement simply because it was their game--who they were when joined with the same cause.
Moreover, it was something special. A secret shared between only her and him.
:::
Anaphiel strolled through the airport as a collective, chattering amongst themselves about memories in London from centuries past or what they would do before getting to Paris. Since they got off the plane, Jimin had not left Grey's side. Grey, on the other hand, laced her fingers with his as they walked. Try as they might, it was nearly impossible not to laugh when they made eye contact. So, they settled with gazing at stores they passed by or at other members of their group while getting to baggage claim.
Luca, from her pet bag draped on Taehyung's shoulder, said, "A lot must have happened on this flight."
Grey did not need to turn around to know those green eyes were stuck on their conjoined hands. Still, she peered over her shoulder because she could. She was confident enough.
She said, "You didn't know?" Glancing at Jimin, she frowned. "Jimin, did you tell them?"
Namjoon quirked an eyebrow. "Tell us what?"
Grey did not see Jungkook's grimace. Yoongi held his attention forward, not giving either of them attention. Taehyung leered at Jimin, seemingly ready to growl.
Jimin groaned and slapped his hand to his forehead. "I forgot. But I guess there's no better time than to tell them now. Would you mind doing the honors?" He let go of her hand and smiled as she turned to their group.
"Jimin and I are getting married."
Jungkook's eyes could have popped out of his head. Yoongi cut his eyes at the engaged couple. Taehyung seemed to be staring at Jimin, who was grabbing something out of his backpack. Hoseok was not quite sure how to react.
Yoongi said, "Is this a joke?"
"Are you sure you are making a sound decision?" said Luca.
Namjoon eyed Jimin warily. "A marriage, hm?"
"I'm lost," Taehyung said.
Hoseok clapped Jimin on the back. "Congratulations!"
The group reached the escalators bringing them to baggage claim. Jimin raised a blue velvet box into the air. He handed it to Grey, and she tried with all her might to act like this was normal. She smiled even though her legs nearly gave out when she opened it. A ring of white gold sat comfortably atop a petite navy cushion. Ten diamonds encircled one colossal diamond in the center; a starburst of white fire and sparkles. A diamond flower.
"Let me see it!" Amelia shouted, pushing past Jungkook and Hoseok to stare into the box. She gawked shamelessly, gaze flitting from Grey to the ring. "Damn," she whispered, "That'll shimmer on camera."
"On camera?" Jungkook asked.
Jimin raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about." He gently took the box back from Grey and pried the ring from it's positioning. Grey offered him her hand, her breath hitching as he slid it onto her finger. "It looks beautiful on you."
"It is a very nice ring," Vanity commented.
Jimin checked his watch. "I think our ride is downstairs." To Grey he said, "you ready?"
She sighed, taking his arm and turning her back on the group. "I was born ready." Together, they left the others.
Jungkook whirled on Amelia before anyone else could move. "Are they really getting married?"
Amelia supposed it made sense that they all ogled her in awe. She was Grey's best friend. They probably even thought she was in on their little scheme to fool the others. Clever as it was, Amelia was not going to lie for them in their absence. She crossed her arms, feeling as though she was saving several of their hopes and dreams from crashing and burning.
"It's only a photoshoot ladies and gentlemen. She's still the bachelorette. You all can relax."
Luca meowed. "I knew this was a stunt. But why would she do something like this?"
Amelia shrugged, barely recognizing Grey herself. "You of all people know how she gets when in these moods, Cat."
Luca licked her nose. "Unpredictable Grey is a peculiar Grey."
:::
Had she known the time after her arrival would be such a whirlwind, she would have gotten more sleep on the flight. Grey and Jimin exited their SUV hand in hand to the flashes of multiple cameras. He kept his head down. She smiled and waved.
"Park Jimin! Park Jimin! Over here!"
A couple wayward photographers shouted his name. He pulled her closer, rushing them both to the French doors of the shoot's venue.
"Mystery woman! What's your name? Where are you from?"
Grey perked at their calls, disappearing into the foyer of a lovely country house. Celia's attendants buzzed about the first floor, carrying bags holding gowns or lighting equipment. The railing on the second floor was crowded with a few assistants speaking on their cellphones. One woman had the house's floorplan in her hands, pointing at different rooms with a ballpoint pen while she rambled away.
A man taller than Grey and Jimin sauntered towards the couple, clasping his hands together. A headpiece covered both ears, a microphone bud attached to his collared shirt. "We are calling Miss Celia. She will be down in a second. Would you like to hold your interview before or after?"
Jimin looked to Grey. "Right now, please," she said.
The young man nodded and marched into a distant sitting room where a young girl in an olive tee shirt dress sat hunched over a small notepad. He tapped her shoulder and whispered a few words. She glanced immediately at Grey through a pair of walnut-shaped eyeglasses. Collecting her things, she dashed over, grabbing hold of Grey's hand.
"I'm Katherine," she said, turning Grey's hand over to study the ring. After sneaking a greedy peek, she quirked an eyebrow and glanced back at Grey. "You're the mystery girl."
"I am," Grey chuckled.
"Why don't we go sit on the couches I was just on and get started. This shouldn't take long." Katherine pulled Grey away from Jimin before she could respond. Grey peered over her shoulder helplessly. Jimin only winked. The girl flopped onto an old green couch in the drawing room, trying to gather her bearings as Katherine landed next to her.
The reporter flipped through some pages, all of them stained with written questions. After a while, she put two pillows behind her back and drew a pen from behind her ear. She also used her phone as a voice recorder, placing it on the coffee table next to them. "Alright," she breathed, "Let's do this!"
Grey grinned. "I have a friend who used to work for Vogue. I bet she'd love this."
Katherine smiled politely, ignoring the comment. "I'll make this brief so that we can get to the photos fast. My first question, as I'm sure many other women across the globe are wondering, how did you meet Park Jimin?"
At a hotel bar. That didn't seem appropriate though. Grey allowed herself to speak without thinking. "I ran into him at a party. He ordered me a drink and I ended up loving it. We talked for the rest of the night after, exchanged numbers, and the rest is history."
A truth woven with a few lies wasn't necessarily false. They did talk before sitting in comfortable silence and though he disappeared she moved in with him only a few days later. Katherine scribbled as much as she could and proceeded.
"That's classic. How long have you known him?"
"A few months," Grey said.
Katherine's eyes widened. "He must think you're the one then to put a ring on it so soon."
Grey giggled. "My mother always told me that when you find your other half, there's nothing else to wait for."
Her mother never told her that. And quite honestly, her mother and father might be rolling in their graves if they could see her now--about to dawn a wedding gown prematurely.
Jimin stalked to the couch where they sat, placing a hand on Grey's shoulder. Grey smiled at him, he smiled back. "I'm sorry," he said, "I don't like not being next to you."
Katherine swooned, batting her eyelashes at the fake couple. Jimin asked, "Am I interrupting?"
The reporter furiously shook her head. "Never. I was about to ask Grey about her ring, but since you're here you might be able to explain."
Jimin hesitated, then put his free hand in his pocket. The angel gazed through the window to the courtyard. Plenty of Celia's people were setting up an altar and rearranging chairs, but he wasn't watching them. He seemed to be spacing out.
"It was a gift from a dear friend of mine, before her coronation."
Katherine eagerly jotted it down. Grey blanched at coronation. The journalist adjusted her pillows and lifted her pen again. "How did you know she was your soulmate?"
Jimin reached for Grey's curls again, this time playing with her ponytail. "My lifestyle is very... busy. But she's overcome every obstacle. She reminds me every day that she's here for me, and that the other stuff doesn't matter."
Grey smiled at Katherine in an attempt to hide her blush. Celia called for Jimin from the bottom of the steps. The angel excused himself with a polite bow, leaving Grey's curls unattended and her heart beating faster than necessary. Katherine aimed the next question at Grey.
"You haven't been able to stop smiling since you got here. How does he make you feel?"
Grey thought about it for a second, daring to steal a glance at the handsome man that got her into this mess. His silver bangs shook as he laughed at one of Celia's jokes. He then bit his lip and somehow glanced at Grey. Not like he'd known she was looking at him, but like he needed to see her. Check up on her. She turned back around quickly to Katherine, choosing her words carefully.
"He sets me on fire."
Katherine wrote as Grey went on.
"I can't explain it, but he's always challenging me. A lot of times, I think he is passion. I mean you can see it when he moves and when he speaks. There's a care he extends to everything he handles, big and small. He has this poise that's just unmatched, and thanks to him, I have that too. I just feel dangerous and sure of myself. I don't know."
Katherine wiped her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Grey asked.
"Oh, I'm fine," Katherine waved her away, patting at her eyelids to not mess up her makeup. "I can just feel it when you talk about him. Your feelings for him are so strong."
A flamboyant voice echoed through the foyer. "Katherine, honey, are you finished? I need my bride!" Grey spun in her seat, somehow relieved to find Sarang leaning over the stairway's bannister. His rich brown skin popped against the magenta button-up and white jeans he wore. Paired with the round glasses and new undercut hairstyle, Grey imagined he'd been just as busy reinventing himself as she.
"Yeah! She's all yours!" Katherine shouted. She lowered her voice squealing for Grey. "We're looking forward to the real wedding. Do you know the dates?"
"Next year." When this world either found redemption or collapsed from Grey's inability to save it. There might not be a next year, so that was very fitting for a fake wedding date. Grey strode to Sarang, who enveloped her in a hug. He instructed her to go upstairs, select a gown, and listen to her hair and makeup stylists.
She did as she was told, moving through this lovely country house as a doll looking to be dressed up. There were so many bedrooms that at one point she wondered if she was passing up her changing room. Yet, at the end of the hall was a closed white door with a sign that read her name. She entered, finding a lush bed, a privacy screen, a vanity, and an attached restroom. Before the restroom was a rack of gowns, white and freshly pressed. Besides the gowns, white roses scented the room, several vases of bouquets on nearly every surface.
Grey rifled through her choices, admiring their beading or gems, their necklines, their layers of tulle and satin. What was her wedding dress? What did it look like? How did she imagine herself getting married? No, these were not the right questions.
The Grey marrying Park Jimin, what would she wear?
A gown near the end of the rack answered that, a deep recognition in her core waving through her heart like ripples on a pond's surface. She snatched it, heading into the restroom to change.
Atop the base tulle layer, beaded motifs swirled and lengthened from the bodice to her hips where the expensive fabric fell like water down her legs, pooling into a small train at her feet. The sweetheart neckline framed her breasts and collarbone. The thin spaghetti straps rounded over her shoulders and ended near the middle of her back. In this dress, she felt like a woman. And as she let her curls flow freely down her back, she was overwhelmed with pride at who that woman had become.
She left the bathroom, amazed at the way the sun instantly caught onto the beads. She diligently padded over the carpet, careful not to step on the lace near her feet. She was close to the vanity mirror, but she stopped, her happiness crumbling as she caught a shadow perched on the ottoman at the foot of her bed from the corner of her eye.
Slowly, she turned around, holding her breath.
Kim Seokjin drew a trail from her feet, to her hips, to her breasts, to her lips, and at last her eyes. In his hands he mushed a white rose's petals until they fell from the stem to a pile between his feet.
Tears pooled in her eyes.
"Jin?" she breathed.
He stood, stepping over the petals to where she was. His arm snaked around her waist, one hand tilting her chin. His lips crashed against hers, cold and needy. She gave herself to him, her heart swelling. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she wouldn't let him go--couldn't. She gasped between kisses, wrapping her arms about his neck, pulling him closer even though there wasn't any space left. She gasped as he bit her lip, his tongue seeming to steal her voice. He cupped her behind, sitting her on the vanity.
Bottles of perfume, pieces of makeup, jewelry slid to the floor to make room for them. Jin moved from her mouth to her cheek, to the line of her jaw, until he planted kisses on her neck. His teeth nipped her skin. She shivered, running hands through his hair.
By all seven hells she wanted him, but her better sense of logic forced her to lay a hand on his chest. He paused immediately, pulling away to glance into her eyes.
"You're awake," she said.
He grabbed the hand on his chest, turning her palm up to his lips and kissing her hands and fingers before resting it on his cheek instead.
He was a bitter cold. She almost flinched away, but she stayed firm. Kim Seokjin, her Jin, was here. In her arms.
She whispered, "How did you know I was here?"
He said, "You are not my mission, but I can't stay away."
"Your mission?" She chuckled softly, her thumb drawing circles on his cheek. "What are you talking about?"
"He gave me one last time to see you."
Grey frowned. "Who?"
He leaned his forehead against hers. "The next time you see me, run. I will not be able to stop myself from hurting you."
"Jin?" She tried to get him to look at her, moving her head until it was in his line of sight. "You won't hurt me. You couldn't."
He kissed her nose. "I can, and I will."
She grabbed him by the lapels of his black coat. "Jin, please. I've missed you so much. Please tell me what's going on. Don't leave me."
Emotionless, Jin removed her hands and stepped back.
She slid off the vanity. "Don't leave me. Please." It was surreal, seeing him again. This man that haunted her existence even in her absence. God, he was so beautiful. She stumbled towards him, trying to reach for him. And the realization of everything, absolutely everything, hit her then. She covered her mouth, terrified of just how much she cared.
Seokjin said, "Look at me." She did, tearing her gaze from the floor. Trying not to tremble, she listened. He narrowed his eyes on her, grabbing hold of the string that attached her to him so that he can speak through it. She stiffened as he used his compulsion. "You look beautiful. Have your wedding. Be happy as you were before, and tell Jimin how you truly feel. Forget that you've seen me until you rest your head for sleep tonight. And when you remember, know that I will never be yours. I am Rowan's, and I am Darkness. There is nothing you can do to change that."
He vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving Grey with an arm outstretched.
She blinked, raising an eyebrow at her empty room.
What was she reaching for?
:::
Garden roses, peonies, and lilac made up Grey's bouquet. Three flowers she cherished almost as much as gardenias. The entire backyard of the country house had been transformed. White chairs tied with baby's breath and white gossamer sashes made aisles. A path of white rose petals over cobblestone led her to an altar made of thick leaves and wildflowers. A chamber orchestra played on a distant corner, and she took each step to the rhythm of the beat. Through her lace veil she felt the sun on her skin, felt Park Jimin smiling at her.
She smiled back, the happiest girl in the world.
The music nearly covered the sounds of camera shutters. She tried not to focus on that, but rather let the experience overcome her.
"Lower the flowers, dear!" Sarang shouted from his director's chair near the patio doors. "We're advertising the gown, not the florist!"
Jimin giggled, so did Grey. She let the flowers fall and walked even slower so that the photographers could capture her angles.
They both overheard Sarang again. He fanned himself with a stack of papers and leaned towards Celia, who watched the ceremony through sunglasses. "Honestly, Cel, this is gorgeous. Teach me your ways."
"All you need is a smitten couple," Celia replied.
Grey winked at Jimin. He smiled so hard his eyes closed.
She reached the altar at last. Celia clapped her hands. "Move the cameras! I want close-ups."
The music stopped, photographers moving boxes, lights, podiums closer to the foot of the steps where Grey and Jimin stood. Sarang cleared his throat, slipping out of his chair as assistants moved that too.
"This would be a wonderful time to recite vows," Sarang said.
"We haven't written any," Grey said.
Sarang rolled his eyes. "You look that good and you mean to tell me your man can't even think of three to five sentences?"
"I can," Jimin said. Sarang nodded, wandering to the snack table. He smiled at his betrothed, "Do you have any vows?"
"I say we tell each other the worst jokes. Whoever laughs first loses." Grey giggled at the idea. They would both be horrible at that game.
"I like the way you think," Jimin said. "I always have." He gently lifted her veil over her tiara, features softening when he finally laid eyes on all of her.
"You're so beautiful," he said.
She blushed, glancing at her flowers. "So are you."
He put his hands out. She put her bouquet on the floor and placed her palms over his. The ring glimmered in the light. She squinted through it's glint. "Care to tell me where you got this from?"
"It was made for Queen Elizabeth II before her coronation. She insisted that I have it as a token of our friendship."
Grey paled. "This is the Queen's ring?"
He said, "It's yours now. She would love you if she could meet you."
Grey blinked incredulously. "I cannot keep this, Jimin--"
"You deserve it. For having such a large heart, and for taking on all that you have taken on. I am so thankful for you, Grey."
She froze, realizing what was doing as he continued.
He recited his vows.
"I believe that when I look at you, I see hope. And for someone like me, that is so difficult to come by. Your spirit and your heart is a light that guides the feet of so many. Your presence in my life, and in the life of my family, is irreplaceable.
"Before I found you, I chose the Dark for my comfort and my strength. Because I was weak, I let go of everything and everyone dear to me. All I could think about was myself. Trying to heal a wound that would never close in the shadows. I denounced everything positive, and to be honest, I was completely okay with dying."
Grey squeezed his hands. "Don't ever say that. Ever," she rasped.
"You found me in a bar," he chuckled, his voice breaking, "and you were so perfect in that pink dress. An angel, that dared to preach to me about relationships and matters of the heart. And the more we encountered one another, I learned you were an angel with so much more. A warrior's heart and a nurturing soul, willing to defeat the demons we can't defeat ourselves. I am honored to be a part of your life. I am honored to have you in my photographs. I am honored to be able to serve you, Grey."
She blinked away tears, but they still kissed her cheeks. "When did you write that?"
He wiped her face with his knuckle. "I didn't write anything. I just want to tell you everything on my mind."
She inhaled a shaky breath, hoping she could do the same.
"Park Jimin," she said, "you are my spark. Nothing has ever come close to burning me alive, but when I talk to you I feel like I'm a bonfire. You give me power. And my favorite part is that you notice this, and you cherish me. You make sure I never extinguish. I can't escape you. Sometimes I can't escape what I feel for you either, which is so much passion it could make my heart explode.
"I want you to know that you are stunning. You have taken this realm by storm because you are completely capable. It breaks my heart to know there was a time when you did not know your impact, because I cannot imagine a world without you and your smile and your laugh. One day, when you return to the sky, I pray that you remember me. And I pray that you watch over me. I will always be thinking of you."
He smiled, kissing her forehead. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she said, playfully hitting him as his million dollar smirk returned.
A sniffle to the side of them made them both turn their heads. Sarang wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. Celia held a hand over her heart. The staff members in close range stopped to listen with equipment still in their hands.
"That," Sarang cried, "was the most heartwarming thing. Oh my lord." He sniffled again, louder this time, and waved his arms. "Okay, you two. Would you like to capture a wedding kiss for the camera? Or should we save it for the big day next year?"
Jimin smiled politely. "No kiss."
"Fine, fine," Sarang replied. He ran a hand through the hair he had left and stalked back to the country house.
Celia pressed her lips into a flat line. "We have all the shots. I'll leave you two alone."
Grey turned back to Jimin. He sighed, focusing on her again as Celia followed Sarang.
"I used to think I didn't deserve you, but I see things clearly now."
She lost herself in those glacial eyes. "What do you see?"
"I am your equal in every way. You are just better than me."
Her cheeks warmed. "You are perfect just the way you are. I had a lot of catching up to do. I wish I would have had a chance to recognize that earlier. Maybe then I would have picked you."
He brought her hand to his lips. "I agree," he said, "in another life this would be the happiest day of my life. Perhaps it was the wrong timing here. But one of my brothers needs you more. When you find him, you will make him the happiest man in the world."
"Friends?" she asked.
"Forever."
:::
Kim Seokjin watched the wedding from a window inside Grey's bridal suite. He had kissed her so many times trying to taste her, to remind himself of what she felt like. Each time it mirrored the same thing: numbness spreading from his fingers to his toes. Like trying to catch, grasp, or taste air.
Rowan crossed his legs on the ottoman, studying the fallen rose petals. "Are you ready to fulfill your duties now, my Dark Prince? The wedding is over."
Jin stared at Rowan's reflection in the mirror. It was better than facing him.
"I understand you still have your reservations, but you will likely stop feeling them by sunset."
"You let me see her," said Jin. "Why?"
Rowan seemed offended before relaxing. "I am a King, not a beast. That part of your heart will stop beating soon. I wanted you to have closure so that you can be the best you can be under my orders."
Seokjin confronted Rowan, leaning on the vanity for support. "What is my first task?"
"Bring me my general."
Seokjin nodded.
"If anyone gets in your way, be rid of them," Rowan added.
"I understand," Jin said, partially distracted. How is it that he only remembered her voice talking him through still nights when he was asleep? Rowan decided to play with the petals on the floor when Seokjin said, "Thank you."
Rowan asked, "For what, my Prince?"
"For letting me come here today."
"You begged and pleaded and I told you what would happen." A smug grin spread upon the face of the First King. "Do you see what I mean now, Seokjin? Anaphiel may feel variations of love, but you and I, the fully Dark, feel no such thing. I told you love was useless."
"Nothing you did to her worked. Nothing resurrected you." Rowan laughed heartily, shaking his head. "And you tried so hard, didn't you? You did your best to feel something and she slipped through your fingers like sand. You can't force emotion."
Sick of being mocked, Jin pivoted on his heel and stormed from the bridal suite. He did try hard. He yearned to melt into Grey--the thing he wanted most on this Earth, in all three realms--yet solidified further into ice.
It all meant nothing. He was nothing. She was nothing. Plus, there was nothing left inside of Seokjin.
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(A/N)Â Youthful reader,
This chapter was so long my fingers are now twitching omfg.
The feels in this chapter though. Like this might be my favorite chapter of Tear the Sky so far. Also, I'm finished with athletics for a little bit so I'll have way more time for writing, mingling, updating, etc.
for the love of all things holy, inline comment "GO STUDY FOR YOUR GRADUATE EXAMS" and I'll be that much more motivated to do it. I'm losing motivation by the hour. Thanks.
Next release: 11/29 or 11/30 (November 29th or 20th)
With love,
M
BONUS FEATURES:
Grey's dress ~ Maggie Sottero, Gwendolyn design, part of Lucienne collection
Grey's ring ~ from BLUE NILE (Starburst Floral Diamond Halo Engagement Ring)
Love you, TTS fam â¤ï¸