(Cassiopeia Dcrono, Italian/Puerto Rican) (not my photo)

In Reality It Wasn't My Fault,

Chapter 1

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In reality it wasn't my fault. I promise you it wasn't. Well maybe it was. Only slightly though. Mostly it was Mark's fault...and maybe the crepes as well. But mostly I was completely innocent in this entire predicament  (yes Mark I can hear you scoffing, shut up).

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France was a nice place I'll admit. That is if you know where to look. I mean sure there's the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triophe, which are lovely but even they get boring after a while. To know where to go and where to look is the key to actually seeing France's beauty. Such as the little coffee shop in the corner of the main streets, which serve the best iced chocolates the world has ever seen. Or the little alcove that's open throughout the night that gives you the most amazing views of the yellow lights that sparkle in the main city. Or walking through backstreets and alleyways to see children laughing and adults chatting, to see little trees growing budding brightly coloured flowers, to see little flags strung up among the streets, which are all so much better than the Eiffel Tower or the Disneyland which you can only visit a few times every decade. You can see the joining of hands in the streets of Paris if you know where to look, see the little proposals in the corners of the markets, see the eloped steal kisses over a shared croissant if you know where to look.

Though if don't want to look you can see the tourists marrying over the Eiffel Tower while the sun sets, you can see the proposals at the top of the Tower while the yellow lights bloom over the city of love. If you don't want to look you can see the eloped kissing over a shared coffee on top of the Eiffel Tower. And it's so much better to look. Friends linking arms smiling while purchasing gifts for their friends and family. Little boys stealing kisses with other little boys because its the city of love, no one should judge. Two brides sobbing in each others arms because they finally got married in the city of love like they always dreamed they would. Little families only starting to grow their eyes filled with joy as they realise they've done it, they've made it though. Lonely little travellers who don't really have much to say are here too though their eyes still smile as they glance at the corners of the little city of Paris. But that is of course if you know where to look.

I saw one little lonely traveller this morning skimming around on the balls of his feet making sure to be unnoticed as possible as he weaved his way through the colourful markets. Though I doubted he was stealing, he looked as if he had been here a million times before walking into places you only knew if you'd been to Paris a million times before. Curiously I followed him mimicking the way he moves as if to pass unseen as he did. He went into a little cafe first one that sells horrible croissants but had a wonderful chocolate fountain. I often went in there, because honestly the chocolate fountain was like heaven. And though I had guessed it already he immediately went to the chocolate fountain ignoring all items on the menu placed in his hands. Though I left soon after, he took too long to come out of there and honestly I wanted crepes, chocolate crepes stuffed with banana and berries with drizzled white chocolate on top. Which for your personal information I had seven of those. Which honestly could've been one of the reasons why everything went downhill from there. Never eat seven crepes in a row. It makes you make bad decisions, such as crashing a tourists wedding. Whoops?

The wedding was at the Eiffel Tower or rather the church overlooking the Eiffel Tower like every other tourist wedding that was ever held. It was grand I must admit white lace strung from ceilings almost like intricate spiderwebs, and the rows of seats were decorated with red silk while little lights and lanterns strung around the wall gleamed yellow. Many guests were already there when I entered, mingling around the red silk seats chatting to the friends and family they knew. I was almost in a haze from the enormous amount of crepes I had consumed. My purple dress thankfully blended in with the theme of the wedding which seemed to be blues, reds, and purples, though not many whites which I assumed was for the bride to wear. Honestly I think in my ruined state of mind I think I wandered in here for more crepes though hopefully these ones were free crepes. Those seven crepes had nearly cost me fifty dollars. I was just heading over to to the refreshments table before I was stopped. A whole minute that's a new record on how fast they recognise they don't know me.

"Excuse me?" The speaker was a short stubbly man, with a waxen face and with grey brown stubble on his chin and above his top lip, his accent was prominent in even the question alone he obviously wasn't a native English speaker, he looked like a father of the groom or the bride from the way he was acting.

"Do we know you?" he asked sternly though he was almost half my he almost made me confess everything about my entire life. He also reminded me of my own father, except a lot less weird.

"No sorry," I said grimacing lightly at my quite fake voice, "I'm the photographer," I smiled hoping to convince him that I was the photographer using my voice that always made my mum give me an extra cookie after dinner.

The man shifted slightly looking uncomfortable, as he glanced down at his feet. My eyes skimmed past him and saw the actual photographer taking photos of the guests mingling around.

"-ers wife!" I smiled widely though I could feel it becoming as fake as a Kardashian. "I hope I'm not intruding, I convinced my husband to let me come along I've always wanted to see a wedding next to the Eiffel Tower." I continued faking a dreamy accent like it was my life's dream to see a wedding next to the Eiffel Tower. Eck.

The small man shuffled again looking even more uncomfortable his arm coming up to scratch his sideburns almost unconsciously.

"I suppose it's alright.." he trailed off thoughtfully, "if you don't make any trouble." he sighed before walking off.

"Thank you!" I called joyously back. Eck. I turned back to the food eyeing up the chocolate fountain on one side of the table and the donuts on the other. Good thing I was a genius and combined the two. Which I advise very much, it was almost as good as crepes. Turning back to the table I noticed a lack of any crepes, which was disappointing because now I couldn't get any free crepes. But the donuts were good.

"Calm down there." A man laughed in front of me though I hadn't even noticed him until now.

"Fight me," I muttered mouth full of donut and chocolate dribbling down my chin. I eyed up the man though he was around about my age so he wasn't really a man more like a Boman which was like a boy/a man. With black hair and blue eyes, he almost looked Italian, though his slight accent wasn't quite right for it.

"Nah you'd beat me easily." the boman laughed again glancing at me, his blue eyes flashing.

Of course that's when of course realised the camera around his neck.

"Ah fuck." I swore stuffing another donut into my mouth. When in trouble eat a donut. Great advice from Cassiopeia Dcrono™.

"You know I just married you." I muttered,

"What?" the Broman exclaimed.

Hey guys 👋. So as you can tell I'm writing a new story though as you've probably already seen it's a bit different to FTLWR and FTLWH, I'm actually making an effort in this. Yay. Okay bye
-Emmalyne