Epilogue #2

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                       One Year Later

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                       One Year Later

"It's perfect," my mom says as she finishes tying the back of my wedding dress.

I can't believe the day has finally arrived.

After months of planning and getting every detail to be perfect the day has finally arrived. I am about to get married to the man of my dreams.

There are butterflies and nerves. I don't know why though, I shouldn't be nervous. I think I may be too excited or jittery. I take a look in the mirror and try not to cry.

"I look beautiful," I tell myself.

I can hear some of the girls agreeing in the back.

I couldn't choose a maid of honor so Alexis and Gracie are both my maids of honor. Leah is also my flower girl.

I love their dresses. I picked out a rose gold dress and white heels. The styles were different for the three of them and suited them very well.

"Alright I think it is about time," Alexis says.

"We will leave you to it," my mom says.

I nod my head a bring them all in for one last group hug.

"I am so happy you're going to be my big sister," Leah whispers in my ear.

"Me too," I tell her.

****

Now I am alone in my room.

This is happening.

I stare into the mirror and take a look at the beauty in front of me. The white dress is stunning, my makeup is light and natural and my hair is gorgeous. I take a look down at the engagement ring that Ace gave me when he proposed. That night was magical and unbelievable, and one of the best birthday presents ever.

After a few minutes of alone time, my dad walks in to walk me down the aisle. I grab my bouquet in my hand and put a smile on my face.

I watch my two maids of honor walk down and then Ace's best men. Next is Leah to walk down throwing flowers from the door down to Sterling.

"All rise," my uncle says.

I never really knew my history on my dad's side of the family because he kinda kept that private which was odd. When me and Ace were trying to find a person to officiate the wedding my dad decided to reach out to my uncle. He agreed and we couldn't be more ecstatic. We wanted the wedding to be more sacred and only have people who served a purpose in our lives be here.

I tighten the grip on my dad's arm and begin walking down. I make eye contact with a crying Sterling. I try not to cry myself but it's already too late for that. I admire that he still looks at me with the fuck boy's eyes and like I am his most prize possession.

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