The sun bathed the sprawling estate garden in a golden glow, setting the perfect scene for Felix and Marinette's wedding day. The venue, chosen for its timeless elegance, was filled with blooming flowers and decorated with soft white and blush accents that were so Marinette. The place looked like a Pinterest board had exploded with everything beautiful and delicate.

Despite the idyllic setting, Felix was anything but calm.

In the hours leading up to the ceremony, he paced around his room, his polished shoes clicking on the floor like he was preparing for a sprint. Adrien, his best man, lounged casually on the couch, watching Felix with a mix of concern and amusement.

"Felix, breathe," Adrien said, standing to stop his cousin's frantic movements. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep this up."

Felix threw his hands up in exasperation. "Do you understand what today means? Marinette is about to become Marinette Graham de Vanily! That's a big name, Adrien! Like, who even knows how to spell it?"

Adrien gave him a pointed look. "Felix, she's marrying you. Not the name."

Felix stopped pacing, but his nervous energy didn't die down. "I know, but—what if she gets stuck with it? What if it's too much to carry? What if she regrets it?"

Adrien gave a small chuckle. "Felix, if there's one thing I know about Marinette, it's that she doesn't back down from anything. She's not marrying a name. She's marrying you, crazy person and all."

Felix exhaled a long, exaggerated breath. "Right. You're right. Maybe... I'm just freaking out a little."

"Only a little?" Adrien smirked. "Look, you're going to be fine. She's going to love it. And you're going to make her swoon so hard she'll forget all about that last name."

Meanwhile, in a separate part of the estate, Marinette stood in front of a full-length mirror, smiling at her reflection. Her wedding gown shimmered in the soft light, the lace delicate and intricate.

Marinette paced the room, her wedding gown rustling behind her like a small army of fabric. Tikki, perched on her shoulder, watched her with a mix of concern and awe.

"You're fine," Tikki said, trying to sound reassuring, though her voice wavered. "You've got this. Felix is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

Marinette gripped the lace of her gown a little tighter. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that," she muttered. "What if he sees me and runs off screaming into the woods? I've read about this happening, you know. It's called 'wedding day jitters.' It's a real thing, Tikki."

Tikki blinked. "I think you're overthinking it. Felix is a gentleman. He won't run into the woods. Probably."

Marinette shot her a panicked look. "You're not helping."

Before Tikki could respond, a loud knock echoed from the door. Alya burst into the room, wearing a "don't mess with me" smile and holding up a mirror like a weapon.

"Girl, stop pacing! You're going to wear out the carpet before the ceremony even starts," Alya said, inspecting Marinette's appearance with all the seriousness of a red carpet interviewer. "You're basically about to make Felix drool all over himself. Just stand still and let me get a picture. This moment is iconic."

Marinette stopped pacing, but her nervous energy didn't let up. "What if I trip on the way down the aisle? What if my heel gets caught in the grass? What if I sneeze and ruin the whole thing?"

Alya blinked. "Uh, we're inside, so grass isn't even a problem. And you will trip because you're wearing heels, but that's gonna be iconic too. You'll laugh, Felix will laugh, the guests will laugh, and then the wedding will be remembered for centuries."

Marinette opened her mouth to protest, but Alya was already snapping pictures, completely ignoring her objections.

"Can you not?" Marinette asked. "I'm having a minor breakdown, Alya."

Alya smirked. "Yeah, I can tell. But trust me, this breakdown will be much more dramatic if we capture it on camera." She grinned like the paparazzi had just entered the building. "You're welcome."

Sabine, her mother, walked in just as Marinette was about to break into a nervous rant about the impending doom of high heels and wedding vows.

"You look stunning, Marinette," Sabine said, eyes misting as she took in the sight of her daughter. "Felix is one lucky guy."

Marinette felt her heart leap at the compliment, but then a thought crossed her mind. What if Felix didn't think she was lucky? What if he was lucky? Marinette swallowed hard. "Thanks, Maman," she said softly, smoothing the fabric of her gown again, for the fifth time.

Sabine smiled warmly and handed her daughter a handkerchief. "You've got this. If Felix is half as in love with you as you are with him, there's no way he's going anywhere. Unless, you know, there's a sudden zombie apocalypse during the vows. In that case, just push him behind you and run."

Marinette blinked. "Maman, stop it. You're making it worse."

"I'm just saying," Sabine replied with a grin. "Zombie weddings are a thing. People like them for the drama."

Marinette put a hand to her forehead, groaning. "I don't think I can handle this."

The sound of footsteps approaching the door interrupted them. The moment had arrived. Alya stepped aside dramatically, holding her camera up like she was ready for a Vogue shoot. Marinette blinked at the door and froze.

"Okay, girl. Time to go make history," Alya said, dramatically sweeping her hand toward the door. "Just don't trip. Please, don't trip."

Marinette shot her a look that could only be described as pure panic. "What if I do?"

"Then it'll be legendary," Alya said with a wink. "You'll trip, fall into Felix's arms, and everyone will say 'aw, how romantic!' They'll forget it was an accident."

"That's not comforting at all," Marinette muttered.

Alya adjusted the angle of the phone dramatically. "In about 30 minutes when you marry him, everything will be perfect. Don't mess it up." She winked and handed her a mirror. "You look amazing, now go!"

Marinette laughed. "I swear, you and Tikki are both trying to send me into panic mode."

Alya smirked. "Panic mode is for amateurs. You're going to walk down that aisle, and Felix is going to melt."

"I hope you're right," Marionette muttered nervously.

Alya laughed. "Hey, no promises."

As the ceremony began, Felix stood at the altar, trying to act composed. But the second he saw Marinette walking toward him, his face lit up like the sun had just come out after a storm.

She was stunning. No, more than that. She was radiant. And even Felix—yes, Felix—couldn't help but look completely stunned.

As Marinette walked down the aisle, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of Felix. There was no way she was going to let him get away without a lot of teasing.

Felix's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He was so mesmerized by her that he completely forgot to breathe for a second.

Marinette reached the altar, and Felix still looked like he was going to faint from how beautiful she looked. She grabbed his hand and whispered, "You okay? You look like you might need a paper bag to breathe into."

Felix, still slightly dazed, blinked and said, "Uh, yeah. I'm good. You're just... wow. I can't even..."

Marinette smiled, her heart melting at how genuine he was. "Well, I did warn you. You're about to become the luckiest man alive."

Felix grinned, clearly still recovering from his shock. "I think I'm already there."

The ceremony was a perfect blend of humor and love, reflecting the unique bond they shared. When it came time for the vows, Felix took a deep breath and steadied himself, his nerves suddenly gone.

"Marinette," he began, his voice steady and full of emotion, "I didn't think I could love anyone this much. But you've made me a better person. You've shown me kindness, patience, and love that I never thought I deserved. And I promise, with all that I am, to stand by your side through thick and thin, to love you more with every passing day."

Marinette's eyes glistened as she began her own vows. "Felix, you've been my partner, my confidant, and my greatest love. You've shown me that love isn't just about grand gestures—it's about standing together, through the good and the bad, and laughing through it all. I promise to cherish you, to support you in everything, and to always be there for you. Even when you're super stressed and pacing the room."

Felix chuckled, clearly moved by her words. "I will definitely need support with that."

They exchanged rings, their hands trembling slightly. Then, as the officiant declared them husband and wife, Felix leaned in to kiss Marinette. The moment their lips met, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, completely lost in each other.

The applause from the guests was deafening, but Felix and Marinette barely heard it. They were in their own little world.

Later at the reception, Felix found himself scanning the room, still unable to take his eyes off Marinette. She was now Marinette Graham de Vanily, and the name somehow didn't seem as intimidating anymore. If anything, it felt like the perfect fit for the woman who had turned his life upside down in the best possible way.

During their first dance, Felix leaned down and whispered in Marinette's ear, "So, how does it feel to have a ridiculously long name now?"

Marinette laughed and gave him a playful shove. "I'll manage. But you're responsible for any future paper cuts from signing it."

Felix grinned and pulled her a little closer. "Deal. But I'm warning you, if I have to sign anything that takes more than one line, I'm done."

Marinette winked. "I'll make it as short and sweet as possible—unless you're planning on adopting a bunch of kids. Then we might need a whole legal team."

Felix laughed. "I was kind of hoping to avoid the whole paperwork nightmare, but sure, let's go with a dozen kids. You handle the names; I'll handle the tantrums."

Marinette tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "A dozen? You sure you're ready for that?"

Felix grinned. "I've got a lifetime with you. I'm ready for anything."

Marinette smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "Me too. This is only the beginning."

Just as they twirled in the middle of the dance floor, Adrien interrupted, dramatically waving his arms from across the room. "Don't get too carried away, you two! The night is still young, and I definitely expect embarrassing speeches!"

Felix rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course you do, cousin."

Marinette laughed, pulling Felix into another spin. "At least we're in for a night full of memories, no matter what happens!"

The evening continued with laughter, love, and lots of dancing. Every time Felix looked at Marinette, his heart skipped a beat. He had never been more certain of anything in his life—this was the woman he was meant to spend forever with.

As the night drew to a close, the two of them stood on the balcony, looking out at the stars above.

Felix leaned down, brushing a lock of hair behind Marinette's ear. "I think we'll make it. All the crazy names and ridiculous expectations aside, we'll be fine."

Marinette smiled softly, taking his hand. "You're right. As long as we have each other, we can handle anything. I'm just glad it's you I get to do this with."

Felix kissed the top of her head, his voice low but full of warmth. "Forever sounds pretty good."

And as they stood there, side by side, the world felt perfect.

I am so sorry for not updating for a few months! I was extremely busy studying for my exams, that I never got a chance to update the story! I am so sorry!!! I hope you like this chapter!!

ILY SO MUCH-Nattie!