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the day of your wedding, kento was the happiest man alive.

his eyes wouldn't dare to gaze anywhere else but you.

you looked like a princess who escaped from a story, only to start your own fairytale with the man of your dreams.

upon seeing your dress, kento could tell why it took months before it was ready.

the sparkling fabric and its layers, the bow around the waist, the sewn diamonds on it, and the details on the top part; all of them together came to create something beautiful that was only meant to be worn by you.

kento was mesmerized the whole time of the ceremony— his voice coming out in the softest tone you've ever heard, when he was promising you eternal love and happiness.

he held your hand in his as he slid the wedding band on your finger; which was chosen to specifically match with your engagement ring.

and when he kissed you, it felt like his life depended on it. like you were the oxygen he needed in his lungs to keep on living.

the crowd cheered and congratulated you, but nothing else mattered.

nothing but this special moment you shared with the man by your side; the mysterious customer who visited your bakery on a hot summer night, years ago.

and ever since that day, your and his fate was written in the same book.