☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day 

((You’re gonna kill me with cuteness oh no))

The song began to play, soft and slow. Ryan began to sway them to the music, and he stared down at Grace, all dolled up in white and as lovely as a flower. Her smile was overwhelming, bright and beautiful.

Ryan never knew what perfect happiness felt like, but in that moment he was sure he was pretty damn close to it. He pulled her closer, making sure that his steps were still according; the last thing he wanted to do was trip during their first dance.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan murmured, heart thumping because he knew he was in love with Grace, and that she was in love with him.

Gracie blushed below him, eyes sparkling. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she giggled.

The song ended, and Ryan ended it by dipping her to the side, kissing her in a very cliche fashion. The whoops and hollers of their friends and family echoed around him, but all he could focus on was Grace. 

How Ryan got so lucky, he never knew.