Today was going to be perfect. Rarity would have it as nothing less. There were no orders, everything was arranged, and she was taking a complete day off from any more orders. Things were going to be perfect. They were going to unfold just like every last one of her storybooks. Because Fluttershy deserved it.
First, there was going to be dinner, just between the two of them. Quiet, private, just the way Fluttershy loved it. Her favorite foods, completely vegetarian and natural, home cooked by Rarity’s own hooves. They would talk, stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, maybe sneak a few kisses. It would be perfect.
Then, she would take Fluttershy to their favorite spot, the park. The park where Rarity had looked on her dear lover and for the first time truly saw the beauty she could bring to the whole world, the beauty that was so much easier and realer than her makeup. Where Rarity realized she would rather stay in her shadow forever than deprive her of any potential happiness. The park where Fluttershy realized she would do something she hated with all of her soul for the rest of her life, just to make the fashionista happy. The park where they both realized that just maybe, there was something more than friendship between them.
They would catch fireflies, give them dazzling names, then let them go. They would sing with the crickets, and look upon the bedazzling stars. Then Rarity would bring out the ring, and then would give her dearest the speech. The speech she had practiced a million times over, the speech she had completely memorized. It goes like this:
Now darling, I-I know this is a surprise, and I know how much you hate those, but I’ve been wanting to ask you this for so long. Before you, dear, I thought the perfect storybook ending was the princess, all stuck up and proper, marrying her boring, soulless, cardboard prince. But I was so, so wrong. The perfect storybook ending is you holding me into her arms, like you never intended to let go. The perfect storybook ending is eating dinner with you, making our little in jokes and remembering the latest rude customer. The perfect storybook ending is me working through the night on a dress, and you feeding me, making sure I don’t starve myself, and correcting some tiny mistake that slipped right past me. The perfect storybook ending is you and me, waking up next to each other, for the rest of our lives. So, darling. Will you marry me?
Fluttershy would say yes, through her tears, and for moment she would forget the world and kiss her with more passion than she had ever kissed anypony before. And they would live happily ever after.