I remember that day like it was yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Our wedding day. But instead of saying \u201cI do,\u201d I found myself standing frozen in the middle of the wedding hall as two police officers walked straight toward me, holding a photo of my fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMa\u2019am? Do you know this man?\u201d one of them asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, let\u2019s rewind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I met Andrew six months ago at an art gallery my friend dragged me to. I\u2019d gone reluctantly, expecting to spend the evening sipping overpriced wine and nodding at abstract paintings I didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome on, Serene,\u201d Mimi said. \u201cLet\u2019s just throw ourselves into a life of cultural antics. First an art gallery, next the theatre. Please!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I said, giving in. \u201cI wasn\u2019t planning on doing anything else for the night, anyway. But if I don\u2019t enjoy it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen I\u2019ll take you for some Thai food before we head home. I promise,\u201d Mimi said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I got dressed and out we went.
And there he was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tall, with messy dark hair, flecks of paint on his hands, and the kind of smile that makes you forget your own name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was showing some of his work that night, a series of dreamy, surrealist landscapes that immediately caught my attention. When I wandered over to one of his paintings, he appeared beside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you think?\u201d he asked.
\u201cHonestly? It\u2019s beautiful. Breathtaking,\u201d I said, looking at him instead of the canvas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From that moment, we were inseparable. Andrew was unlike anyone I\u2019d ever dated before. He didn\u2019t care about money or status. He didn\u2019t even own a car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was happy with dates including food from vendors and long walks. And he lived in a tiny studio apartment with canvases stacked to the ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But he was kind, passionate, and wildly talented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSerene,\u201d he called softly. \u201cDon\u2019t move, the light is perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew was painting me, or trying to, but I kept wanting to move around. I was restless, and I felt unsettled. Like something was coming, but I didn\u2019t know what.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I was right. Except I had no reason to feel so on edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew proposed that evening, after us being together officially for only four months. My heart said yes before my brain could even catch up. How could I have said anything other than \u2018yes\u2019? The man I loved was on one knee, a bouquet of wildflowers in my hand, and the most beautiful and unusual ring on my finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was meant to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My father, on the other hand, was furious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re marrying a man you\u2019ve only known for six months,\u201d he said, pacing the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hands.
I was having dinner with my parents, eager to tell them the news. Andrew was supposed to come with me, but at the last moment, inspiration struck, and he had to get his paints out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA man who has nothing to his name except some paintbrushes and a dream,\u201d my father shouted. \u201cDo you really think he loves you for who you are, Serene? Or is he after the money that you come with? Our family fortune!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAndrew isn\u2019t like that!\u201d I argued. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t care about money. He loves me for me. Not everything is about you, Dad. Not everything is about money.\u201d
My father wasn\u2019t convinced at all. He refused to give us his blessing, and although my mom tried to stay neutral, I could tell she wasn\u2019t thrilled either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, I believed in Andrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The morning of the wedding was chaotic but exciting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My parents were at the venue early, managing the last-minute details while I was upstairs getting ready with my bridesmaids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you think your dad will behave today?\u201d my maid of honor, Lisa, asked as she curled my hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hope so,\u201d I said, fiddling with my engagement ring. \u201cHe\u2019s been better lately. I think he\u2019s starting to come around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But as the ceremony time approached, something felt off. Andrew was nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHave you heard from him?\u201d Mimi asked, her voice tight with concern.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d called him three times already, but there was no answer. The ceremony was supposed to start at 2 p.m., and now, forty-five minutes later, the whispers among the guests were getting louder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just as I was about to call him again, the doors to the hall burst open, and two men in police uniforms walked in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room fell silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d one of them said, striding toward me. \u201cDo you know this man?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My knees almost gave in as he held up a photo of Andrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said, my voice trembling. \u201cThat\u2019s my fianc\u00e9. That\u2019s Andrew! What\u2019s going on? Is he okay? Has there been an accident?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The officer exchanged a look with his partner before continuing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019re sorry to inform you, but your fianc\u00e9 has been apprehended. He broke into your family\u2019s estate earlier today while everyone was here and attempted to rob the house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The room erupted into chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?!\u201d I gasped, shaking my head. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible. Andrew could never\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI warned you!\u201d my father\u2019s voice thundered across the hall, cutting through the noise. He was already marching toward me, his face red with a mix of anger and vindication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is exactly what I said would happen. Andrew is a con artist! And now, he\u2019s made a fool out of you in front of everyone. In front of your own family and friends, Serene!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear the officers as they explained that Andrew had been caught on the outskirts of the city, trying to flee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They invited me and my parents to come with them to the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course, I\u2019m coming too,\u201d my father declared, grabbing his coat. \u201cLet\u2019s see what this scammer has to say for himself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ride to the scene was unbearable, my wedding dress felt heavy and uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My father kept muttering under his breath about how he knew this would happen, and how I should\u2019ve listened in the first place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou were too damn na\u00efve for your own good, Serene,\u201d he spat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sat in silence, staring out the window, my engagement ring feeling heavier by the second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we arrived, the officers didn\u2019t take us to a police station. Instead, they pulled up outside an old warehouse on the edge of town.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d my dad asked, narrowing his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is\u2026 an unusual case,\u201d one officer replied cryptically, opening the warehouse door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moment I stepped inside, I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were tins of paint everywhere. Old paintbrushes strewn around. It felt like Andrew\u2019s studio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There, on a massive wall that stretched across the entire warehouse, was a mural.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A breathtaking, larger-than-life graffiti painting of a bride and groom. The bride was unmistakably me, with my dark curls and white wedding dress, and the groom, Andrew, was holding my hand, smiling like the happiest man alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the corner of the mural were the words:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forever yours, Andrew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before I could fully process what I was seeing, Andrew stepped out from behind a canvas, wiping his hands on his jeans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSurprise!\u201d he said, grinning nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 what the hell is this?\u201d I stammered, tears already welling up in my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my wedding gift to you, Serene, my love,\u201d he said, gesturing toward the mural. \u201cI wanted to give you something that would last forever, something that showed how much I love you. The police officers are actors, I hired them to play along. I know it\u2019s a bit dramatic, but I wanted to make today unforgettable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My dad, who had been standing in stunned silence, finally spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou mean to tell me this was all\u2026 a prank?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry for the scare, but I wanted to show you and everyone else that I\u2019m serious about marrying your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a moment, my dad just stared at him. Then, to my shock, he chuckled.
\u201cWell, I\u2019ll give you this,\u201d he said, crossing his arms. \u201cYou\u2019ve got talent. And guts. I still don\u2019t fully trust you\u2026 but you\u2019ve earned my respect today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What the actual heck?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo! This is not okay!\u201d I shouted. \u201cAndrew! We\u2019re supposed to be getting married right now! What on earth were you thinking? I\u2019ve been calling you! Seriously?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew\u2019s eyes widened.
\u201cI know, I know, Serene,\u201d he said. \u201cBut it\u2019s the muse that called. When I started the mural, I had to finish it. You understand, don\u2019t you? You know how it is, my love.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wanted to be angry. I wanted to remain upset and scream until I felt better. But I didn\u2019t know how to be upset with Andrew. I couldn\u2019t hold back anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I ran to my fianc\u00e9 and threw my arms around him, laughing and crying all at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is the best wedding gift I could\u2019ve imagined,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d he said, holding me close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We all returned to the venue together, where Andrew explained the entire thing to our bewildered guests. My dad even raised a toast to Andrew during the reception, admitting that he might\u2019ve misjudged him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It turns out, sometimes love isn\u2019t about perfect timing or logic. It\u2019s about trust, creativity, and a little bit of risk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And Andrew?
My goodness, he didn\u2019t just become my husband. He was the masterpiece I never saw coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After our wedding, we lazed in a hotel room, eating strawberries covered in chocolate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was scared,\u201d I admitted. \u201cWhen you didn\u2019t answer my calls or show up at the wedding, I was\u2026 scared. I thought that my father had finally run you out of town.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, Serene,\u201d he said, smiling. \u201cNothing will send me away from you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have a wedding gift for you, too,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d he asked, reaching for a bottle of champagne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhen we get home, I want you to pack your studio up. I\u2019ve bought you a space, just for your art. Your own studio. It\u2019s bigger, and the lighting is beautiful\u2026 and there\u2019s a gallery attached to it. So you can show off your artwork whenever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrew was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if I had overstepped.
\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 everything to me, Serene. You\u2019re my muse, you know that, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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