♣Waking Up In Vegas♣
Chapter twentyseven

I walked down the isle, my arm wrapped around Cal's. He was let out for this; this special day of mine. I was wearing a long, strapless white gown and gathered at the waist and flowed down from there. Behind me, Marrisa, Tessa and Claire followed wearing strapless lavender dresses, with flowers in their platnuim blond hair. My dirty blond hair was straightened, and parted at the back so it came over my shoulders to the front. I had a veil that was attached to my hair with a small tiara and flowed down my back. Cal was also dressed formally, which was something I had never seen before. He wore a black tux, and I could just about see the rainbow friendship bracelet I had given him age seven. It was only then that I realised the matching one had been around my wrist since I left Ohio the first time, and was still there now. He kept flipping his dirty blond hair to the side, so it looked like he was having a seizure.
He was smiling at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. This was my best friend; my brother, walking me inbetween these rows of chairs. Each chair was taken by another face, another body. A quick sweep helped me see familiar faces; Jacob West, Alex - an owner of the bar, and others. I could see a few guards stationed around; watching Cal - they wern't going to let him escape, but he wasn't here for that. He was here to be with me on this day.
We reached the alter, where my groom was standing in another black tux. His sea green eyes shon with happiness and longing; it had been a year since it was first official - a year since I ran away. Cal kissed my cheek, and I smiled gratefully at him, for being there, for staying with me. He went to his seat, and I took my groom's hand. The priest looked around the audience.
"We are gathered here today, on this beautiful beach, to to witness the union between these two people," the priest said. I zoned out of what he was saying for a few minutes, and focused on my groom.
"Now, do you, Theodora Maria Guest, taking Gale Anderson, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?" The preist asked. I stared straight at Gale, smiling.
"I do," I said.
"And do you, Gale James Anderso-"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't be here if I didn't," he grinned at me, and I heard a laugh ripple through the crowd. We were handed the rings, and we both slipped them onto eachother's left hand's ring finger.
"By the power in me, and the power of the United States of America, I pronounce you husband and wife," I heard. "You may kiss the bride."
Gale's lips were immedietely on mine, his hands on my waist, feeling me through the dress. I placed my hands on his neck, kissing him back.
I was eighteen years old, he was nineteen. We were married, after exactly a year of being engaged - and I loved no one more.
I woke up in Vegas, and ended up married.

-Bethany
And that, that is the end of my story! I'm happy with the ending, and I hope you are too. Now, don't go thinking you'll hear no more of me, the collab story between me and Evie will be out soon!