𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪

Lizzie's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

He looks so amazed, confused, and in awe. I guess that really is the definition of starstruck.

He gets up off his knees and pulls me into his arms. Most would call it a romantic gesture, but the way his grip is slightly to strong and how his eyes look like a fire tell me his true emotions.

But as any good child raised in this house, he controls his emotions and just leaves a light kiss on my forehead.

"You're mine, doll."

We pull apart, and go to our seperate friend groups to 'celebrate' this engagement.

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

The rest of the party is blurred in my memory by the record setting amount of shots and drinks I had.

All I remember is the couple's dance, which I was still decently sober for. I think I have a bruise on my hip where Riddle held onto me.

So how I ended up passed out in Enzo's room upside down on his couch and floor I don't know.

At least I was inside. Tom was on the balcony, slumped against the railing with cigarettes around him.

And my cousin and her fiance? They woke up in his bed, both very much lacking clothes. Gold star for anyone who can guess how that happened.

I love parties.

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

Mattheo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

She's not in her room.

I've checked.

She's not in her room, Tom's room is empty, no one on the roof, the dungeons are quiet, and the kitchens are unraided.

Where is she?

Nagini unwraps from my right middle finger and grows to her usual size. She slithers off to find my disappeared fiance. The hiding snake thing is quite useful. Thank you for that, my doll.

After a while, I feel that Nagini found her. Berkshire's room? Why is she there?

I go to his room and open the door. I find chaos sprawled everywhere. My future wife is just waking into conscience with her legs on the couch, and her upper body on the floor.

Not the most glamorous I've seen her, I must admit.

I stand over her, staring down at her makeup smudged face. "Wake up, doll."

She rubs her eyes and yawns. But she makes no move to get up. I sigh and pour an anti hangover potion into her mouth. Some dribbles down her chin, so I wipe it for her.

She finally regains her senses. "Riddle? Why are you here?"

Or at least some of her senses.