So I wanted to make one pretty edit to celebrate Pride Month, but you know what, since I made about three thousand, I figured I might as well share my favorites with you all 🙂
I’m using the one above a wallpaper because I’m secretly in love with Shanna, but I’ve been considering making them rotate!
Anyways, Happy Pride Month to you wonderful simmers! Never forget you’re unique, and beautiful, and creative, and the world wouldn’t be the same without the color you bring to it, your very own shade.
For our honeymoon, we flee the city to Granite Falls. Or cities, in general. San Myshuno is a great place, but everyone needs to escape the pollution and noise and concrete every once in a while.
Since we are us, we start socializing as soon as we get there, and by the first night we’ve already organized a barbecue around the campfire. I go ahead and tell scary stories that scare nobody.
I’m thrilled at the idea of three days doing yoga in nature.
The forest guard that guided us to our lodge stays to eat with us at noon. She tells us fun Granite Falls anecdotes.
Roasting marshmallows with three neighbors whose name we’ll probably quickly forget.
Hugo is in charge of the cooking. It’s probably wiser.
“And then the woman SCREAMED! IT WAS VLADISLAUS STRAUD!”
The nights get dark here. In San Myshuno there’s always some light pollution to make the dark less dark.
We spend a good chunk of the night looking at the Milky Way.
They have some amazing bath oils at the lodge. Hugo and I spend our honeymoon taking turns in the bathtub.
Rose petals and green goo on my face, this is all perfect.
After the wedding, Grandma comes visiting us. While she’s here, I give her a tour around the Spice Market. She hasn’t been here in ages after all!
She’s nice and patient, and deals with my 500 selfies a minute.
I love this city.
The day’s overcast though. Rain is coming. We head home and spend the rest of the afternoon talking about marriage while Hugo’s at work.
She says I’m lucky to be able to start my life with the man I love. I know what she means. Grandma got married for the first time just a year before my mother was born, when her oldest child was already well into his teenage years. She says it was worth every minute of the wait.
The most important part of a wedding is, of course, taking a lot of cute couple pictures. Nothing else. And I must say, the location we chose has a beautiful garden. It’s almost like someone made it specifically to look stunning for a wedding.
So by sunset, a few minutes before the ceremony, we pose together. It’s hard to keep solemn picture faces, because we’re giddy.
The Vows
This is when we vow to love, protect, and support each other forever.
We both already trusted each other to do so. My heart still implodes a little.
We exchange the rings and become, before our closest friends and family, husband and wife.
The Reception
This is when we eat.
And also when the close friends and family do their best to embarrass the bride and groom with anecdotes.
Thay’s right, Marie, you laugh. You know I’ll get back at you.
We cut and murder the wedding cakes (plural), then I surprise Hugo, who wasn’t expecting me to do a whole speech about how much he and his love meant to me.
And now, for the moment I’d been waiting for. Or dreaded?
Charlotte tells me her boss is thrilled with the street shots she took of the models after practicing with me. She wants to make it up to me, so she gets in touch with a designer she knows, and she grants me access to the wedding boutique of San Myshuno.
It sits at the very top of a glass building in the Fashion District, right above the club that never sleeps, the one spot for the richest and coolest.
This is as classy as it gets, and I’ve never felt smaller.
And Charlotte, who was supposed to accompany me, has an emergency and has to stay at the office.
Oh well. That way it will be a surprise for everybody.
Even in the poshest of boutiques, a bride’s a bride and I will be picky.
This is what happens when your best friend is in the world of fashion and wants to practice her photoshoot skills.
I mean I’m not complaining — the photos turned out stunning. And I got to spend the whole day with Charlotte, who was the one who had to take the train from the Fashion District with all her shoot equipment.
Charlotte’s always had an insane drive. I’m excited to watch her as she ascends to the fashion mogul spot she deserves. And if I can help even just by sitting directly on the pavements of the Spice Market, at the risk of staining my favorite pair of jeans, so be it!
Hi yes, this is my new profile picture. Everywhere.
Hugo and I think it’s important to break the routine from time to time. We’re always loving to each other, but we want to keep the dates, these special times outside of the house, very much alive.
I told Hugo once about this old house renovated into a restaurant in Brindleton Bay, the one where Mom, Mam, Grandma, and Miranda went for my sister’s birthday. I told him that I never had an occasion to go, too. So he surprises me with a renovation, and not at any table, but their “romance” table, which is inside some private corner of the restaurant.
It’s like we’re alone, except someone else is bringing us food. And some amazing food, too. Better than our usual, terrible cooking.
And then we take a walk on the nearby wharf.
Why yes, I will have your weirdest-sounding meal!
Even over dinner and wine, we discuss our common app project. We’re getting closer and closer to our goal, and then to a release date, though we had to put it aside in favor of our work.
But it’s a work of passion, and we love being passionate.
Also, the wine helps us be passionate.
Yes. Yes, there is fog around my soup. I should have read the name better. It tastes beautiful, though.
As soon as our house is done renovating and that it feels like a full-blown home, we finally call our friends to join us for a little housewarming party.Â
Hugo and I did spend the morning getting everything ready. We went to the store the day before, and bought enough for an elaborate lunch and cake. I let Hugo do the cooking, he gives me the baking. It’s all about teamwork!
And if we’re being honest, we kind of want to impress the others. We may not have a view over the whole of San Myshuno, but we have our ish together.
It’s a pretty low-key party. A platter of cheese, charcuterie, and many, many glasses of wine with jazz music start us for a cozy afternoon. Still on the couch, we move on to the main course.
Over the apple pie I baked, Romain and Marie tell us about their own engagement, and Charlotte laughs that she’d better be the maid of honor to both of our weddings.
They still don’t say a word about their music careers, though Marie lets it slip that she’s working on something. She says it like that. Romain is not part of the sentence/
I’m going to let you chop the onions, okay darling?
Everything is going really well at work, for the both of us. Pretty quickly, we manage to save up enough to actually re-do the whole home. And it becomes unrecognizable.Â
The inside is pretty dark, but that’s the way we like it. We see the computer screens better that way. It’s called being nerds.
It’s fun, but also classy, and unique, and we love it.
Stylish and comfy gaming spot. Mostly important for Hugo, who wants to try his hand at streaming games.
And what do we do after going through the effort of re-decoration a whole apartment? That’s RIGHT! We Sleep! And cuddle. The cuddling part is important.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 