"Don't move too much, hon. You're going to ruin your hair." Asmo whined as he carefully applied the finishing touches on your hair. You had no idea how long he had been working on you at this point, but he seemed all too happy to doll you up that you couldn't bring yourself to complain.
You had accompanied the Avatar of Lust to Devicci earlier that day to pick up the newest addition to his wardrobe when the "Wedding Day Special" currently on display caught your attention.
It was a line of special clothes and accessories worn by brides and grooms for their wedding. From gowns to tuxedos all the way to crowns, pins and veils; they had everything.
The line-up was so beautiful and elegant that your mind couldn't help but wander. Especially now that your relationship with a certain sorcerer has progressed to what you feel is a serious-but-not-yet-official one.
Noticing the way you radiantly yet shyly smiled as you perused the selection, Asmo knew it could only mean one thing; you wanted to know how it's going to be like. And who is he to deny you?
Ever the romantic, the demon used his position as the brand's fashion consultant and made arrangements to borrow some of the clothes on display. To help you turn the ideas into reality, if only for a short while.
"I'm going to make you shine!." He declared confidently, and you knew it was game over.
Despite your initial shock and protests, you were taken for measurements. And the outfits that matched your physique were allowed to be sent home with you.
"I've been stiff as a statue for the last hour now, Asmo. Aren't you done yet?" You complained as you slightly tilted your head upwards to look at the demon.
He had been styling your hair, and you could tell from the look on his face that he was treating it like quantum physics.
He had been adding and removing jewel-studded pins, applying gel, and combing the locks left and right to see which way looked best on your face. You lost track of how many times he made adjustments that you honestly don't know what you look like anymore.
But you'd like to think you still look presentable.
"Just a little bit more, hon." He answered after a long pause, still looking so immersed in his current task.
You only agreed to try out the clothes. In your mind, there was no reason for him to go all the way and fix your hair as well. Now it's taking forever, and you knew Solomon would be arriving soon to pick you up for magic practice.
You can't allow him to see you like this. He would tease you to no end.
You frowned and were about to lecture the demon for wasting so much of your time when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.
"MC, are you there? Should we head out soon?" The all-too-familiar voice sang from the other side.
It was less of a question and more of an announcement of his arrival as the man opened the door before you even had the opportunity to respond. He peaked his silvery-white head just in time for you to glance at the door, and your eyes met.
Immediately, you exploded into a cherry blush. "Uhh, I can explain."
Solomon smiled as he looked you up and down. From the charming look on your face that was made even more glowing by the sparkling crystals tucked in your hair, down to the ornately designed clothes hugging your body perfectly.
"Just when I thought you couldn't look any more stunning. Here you are proving me wrong." He greeted with a toothy smile as he pushed the door wider and walked in.
"I know, right?" Asmo seconded. "MC looks drop-dead gorgeous in a wedding get-up."
You sighed and looked down on the floor, expressing your exasperation from the two of them teasing you.
But Solomon was quick to convey that he was not joking.
He raised his hand to touch the edge of your face - delicately running his fingers down your soft cheek. The action was so unexpected that you felt your heart pound against your ribcage.
"Hey, MC… I'd really appreciate it if you could attend my wedding in the future."
What? Your eyes widened in shock.
Despite the beautifully soft smile adorning his face, you couldn't help but feel heartbroken and dejected. His wording gave a hint that he was planning on marrying someone else and that he only saw you as a special friend.
You had thought you were more than that to him.
"Oh, right. Yes, of course I can do that." You answered with a smile before quickly moving away. And Asmo noticed your reaction.
"Solomon, that's so mean of you to--" But before the demon could finish defending you, the sorcerer pulled you back and lowered his face so close to yours it almost felt like he wanted to kiss you.
"I mean… What kind of wedding would it be if my soon-to-be spouse doesn't attend, right?"
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