Paul Mccartney 🪲 #24

1969

Today was the day you would marry your fiancé, Paul McCartney. You and Paul were childhood friends. The two of you used to roam the streets hand-in-hand, running from candy store to candy store with only a measly dollar to buy sweets. When you reached your teens, you both began falling in love with one another, and five years ago, on this very day, you started courting. Now you were about to get married. Both of you were stressed with all the wedding planning... the dress, the flowers, the venue, oh my God! Especially because Paul was famous. But the day had finally arrived and you could finally get married.
You were in the dressing room; your older sister was applying your makeup while your mother did your hair, trying to calm your nerves. You were nervous, naturally... But you wanted to cry. They had to reassure you that you would be okay and that Paul wouldn't magically disappear or change his mind.