Driven By You

6. "I Do, Forever" 🧡

Lando had imagined this day a hundred times before—each version different, each dream filled with endless possibilities. But none of them had prepared him for how it actually felt. How real it was.

His heart pounded as he stood at the end of the aisle, watching his family, his friends—his world—move into place for the most important moment of his life.

And at the end of it all, waiting for him, was Oscar.

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The soft notes of the string quartet filled the air, setting the rhythm for the moment. The venue was breathtaking—outdoors, as the sun began its slow descent, casting everything in hues of orange and gold. The aisle was lined with delicate white flowers, a gentle nod to simplicity, elegance, and everything Lando had ever wanted.

The processional began with their families.

Oscar's parents, Nicole and Chris, were the first to walk down the aisle together. Nicole wore a beautiful navy blue dress, elegant and understated, while Chris was dressed in a classic black suit, looking proud yet emotional.

Lando's Dad, Adam, followed right behind them. Adam's dark gray suit was crisp and neatly tailored. Lando noticed the way his father kept clearing his throat, like he was trying to suppress the emotion threatening to spill over.

Then came their siblings.

Oliver, Flo, and Cisca (Jr.) walked down together, Lando's brother in a sharp navy suit that matched Oscar's father's, while his sisters wore flowing pale champagne-colored dresses, soft and romantic. Flo, ever the confident one, sent Lando a playful wink as she passed, while little Cisca clutched her small bouquet, beaming with pride.

Behind them were Oscar's sisters, Edie, Hattie, and Mae. The three of them wore similar champagne dresses, their faces filled with quiet excitement. Hattie looked close to tears already, while Mae kept glancing back towards Oscar with the biggest smile on her face.

Then came the groomsmen.

Max and Logan led the way—both looking sharp in their deep charcoal suits, with soft blue ties that matched the subtle accents in the floral arrangements. Max, ever the composed one, held a smug sort of grin, while Logan looked nervous, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket.

Behind them, Carlos and Yuki, looking effortlessly cool, their steps perfectly in sync. Carlos had a glint of mischief in his eyes, while Yuki—who normally had the patience of a goldfish—was uncharacteristically serious, his eyes scanning the crowd as if making sure everything was perfect.

Then came Daniel and Pierre, then George and Alex, all wearing suits in different shades of deep gray, their ties varying between soft blues and warm champagnes to match the wedding's aesthetic.

Then, finally—

Oscar.

Lando felt his breath hitch.

Oscar's suit was black, sharp and precise, perfectly tailored to fit him in a way that made him look effortlessly perfect. A single white rose was pinned to his lapel—a quiet but intentional nod to Lando's favorite flower.

As he walked, his gaze lifted—straight to Lando.

They locked eyes.

And suddenly, the world felt very, very small.

The air was thick with everything—years of memories, of laughter, of late-night whispers and early morning kisses. Of stolen moments and promises yet to be spoken.

Then, the music shifted.

It was Lando's turn.

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The first step was the hardest.