She’s never actually been much of a romantic.
A secret one, maybe. Or a romantic in the harsher sense of the word – one who takes her promises seriously and throws very few empty phrases around; she feels that she, even at 25, can understand people like the odd widower on their street. Rumor has it his wife died 43 years ago and he’s never remarried, never been seen with someone else ever since. She likes to think that could be her.
But she doesn’t enjoy romance novels or sappy songs on the radio; she hasn’t had many dreams involving Mr Right or what sort of life they might lead together.
She’s not romantic and she’s constantly in need of being reminded of these things in the first place, always putting important dates as notifications on her phone. Corbin doesn’t have to do that, he just remembers them. He says happy anniversary and waits, patiently, for her to search though her mind. Sometimes she draws a complete blank but he doesn’t fault her for it, merely smiles and explains the reason. Lately, they seem to add quite a few new anniversaries to keep track of.
They spent a few hectic weeks last autumn house hunting as they had both reckoned Corbin’s small flat wasn’t going to be their dream home.
Barchester isn’t full of cheap housing aside from flats, though, so they had to dedicate quite a lot of time to their search but in the end, Mireia feels, it has been worth it.
They are granted a small loan that – combined with their savings – makes it possible for them to land a newly built house in an area that are alive and full of young couples and families. Full of promises, to borrow the words from their realtor guy.
It does feel promising, she’ll give him that.
The best thing about moving into a brand new place is that nothing has to be replaced, everything is shiny and fresh and unsoiled by other people. Mireia drags Sid to every thrift shop in and around Barchester to find new stuff and whenever she isn’t working or wrapping up her last courses to get her Police Academy degree, she ponders colour schemes, frames or curtains.
Corbin is into decorating their place, too, but since he’s started a new job at a marketing agency he’s very devoted to improving his professional skills and techniques. He’ll make more money doing marketing than journalism, that’s for certain, and right now that seems to be his main focus.
He wants to start a family, she knows. Being a couple of years older than her, he’s been ready a while but claims he can wait. It soothes her; she believes him.
For now and a little while longer, they can be satisfied celebrating the fact that they have bought a home. Together. It’s a pretty huge thing, as far as anniversaries go.
It seems to be the year for it. Mireia’s high school boyfriend and good friend Vincent is getting married this spring and Mireia drags his bride to be, Vanessa, along for a girls’ night out.
“One last night of freedom,” they joke, though Vanessa is thrilled to get married and tells them she can hardly wait for the day to finally arrive.
Mireia orders plenty of drinks for them and makes sure Vanessa in particular never goes without a bottle or a glass in her hand.
They have a splendid night out – a little too long, a few too many drinks, of course, but that’s part of the package.
At the day of the wedding, Mireia arrives early to help out with the food and the decorations – they’re having a small ceremony in their backyard, wanting to save their money for the future rather than blow it all on a party.
Vanessa has spent a few thousands on a dress, though, that much is certain, Mireia thinks. She looks amazing and happy in a way that hits something deep inside.
It’s impossible not to imagine this for herself, too. They’re the same age, Vincent even went to high school with Mireia and if he’s getting married then surely Mireia could get married as well. Couldn’t she?
Does she want to? She thinks she does, even when the tension and excitement from today has vanished.
At the party afterwards, Corbin pulls her into his arms for a dance and Mireia grins at him, a wide happy grin.
“Could you imagine doing this with me, some day?” he asks and she doesn’t have to think for very long before she replies.
“As long as you promise not to wear an ironic suit to our wedding.”
Corbin laughs. “You have my word.”
Two weeks later, as she heads off to work in the morning, she finds a postcard attached to their front door. Addressed to her, with just one scribbled line on its back: spring fair, 5 pm.
Years ago, back in college when Corbin had seemed like almost too grown-up for her, Mireia was invited to the Barchester Spring Fair with him and she had talked it over and over and over with Sid before even going. What would he think? What did it mean? What kind of date was it in the first place?
Sid had talked her into going, had claimed it was just a date and what could possibly go wrong?
So Mireia and Corbin had enjoyed themselves at the fair and Mieria had, she thought afterwards, finally decided she wanted to date him on a regular basis.
And today he asks her to marry her.
Mireia doesn’t have to think twice before answering him.
* Mireia really isn’t a romantic sim, heh. She never rolls romance wants so when she did roll the marriage want for Corbin I immediately locked it.
* Since we’ve been to a NPC wedding I thought I should mention that there’s a page for my NPCs now.