Behind the Castle's Door [COMPLETED]

Fifty-First Door

As she watched Miranda walk away, she chuckled.

"Are you sure you're throwing it now?"

She smiled and nodded. "Irish was the one I really wanted to catch it. The Duke assured me that whoever receives the bouquet will get married."

"The Duke's predictions are actually true. Unfortunately, neither Irish nor Heisenberg are present. I'm curious as to where the metalhead went."

"We'll deal with him later. I'm going to toss this out so we can get this over with. Hopefully, the woman who catches this will be happy," she sighed.

Alcina touched Clementine's cheek. "If it's meant to be, it will be."

She smiled a little as she examines her bouquet. She and Alcina walked over to the gazebo where they had stood, and she surveyed the area once more, expecting to spot the orange-haired woman she had been looking for all day.

"Alright, ladies. Get your hands ready," She turned her back around the crowd and took one more glance at the bouquet. "I'm going to toss it now!"

She took a deep breath before tossing the bouquet high into the air. She has no idea who will receive it, but she wishes that woman happiness.

As the bouquet flew in the air, Alcina stood there watching. When she looked about at the women in the crowd, her eyes widened as she noticed a woman with orange hair sprinting furiously towards the middle in a black bodycon dress. She rubbed her eyes to see if she was hallucinating, but she wasn't; she also noticed Heisenberg draging a suitcase behind him as her followed her running towards the center.

The bouquet had remained in the air and was now descending. The bouquet dropped on the woman's arms, causing her to come to a halt and everyone to look at her in astonishment.

When Clementine turned back, she saw the woman holding the bouquet in her arms and her jaw dropped.

"Oh, wow," the woman said awkwardly. "I caught the bouquet?"

"Irish!" Clementine screamed as she dashed towards Irish, oblivious to the women gathering around her.

She quickly offered her a warm and strong hug when she finally reached her, as if she didn't want to let her go.

"Hi there, Eve. I missed you too, "Irish chuckled as she embraced her back.

As they held, tears began to flow from her eyes, and she felt the woman's warmth.

"You came, you actually came," she said in between her sobbing. "I was expecting that you're not really coming."

"I did promised you that I'd come, right? Please, stop crying. You should be happy on your wedding day and here you are crying because of me."

Irish brushed her tears away as Clementine drew away from the hug. She grinned as she studied the woman's features once again; she was still the same, except for her hair, which had been cut short and wavy and was shoulder length long.

"You look gorgeous. I never expected to see you in a gown at your wedding, I was hoping to see you in a suit," she chuckled.

"Mom asked me to wear this," she shrugged. "You still look beautiful, and I love the way your hair is styled. Short hair suits you."

Irish shrugged. "I needed a change."

As she neared them, Alcina exclaimed. "Irish!"

"Hi, Alcina! You look stunning in that suit. I love the vibes you're giving me," Irish gave her a wink.

"Thank you for coming; we're glad you could. Clementine was concerned that you would fail to come today."

She let out a sigh. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I was detained at the airport because my passport photo and my appearance did not match. They had to ask me a lot of questions before letting me go, and Karl's car had been in an accident earlier; luckily, the damages were only on the outside of the car, and we were unharmed."