𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞// 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

EPILOGUE

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August 14, 2013

Today marks a monumental occasion with everyone gathered, including Verna, whom I managed to reconnect with last year. Our reunion allowed us to catch up on life's twists and turns—I shared my story, and she unveiled her remarkable journey in the world of modeling. To my awe, Verna now graces the runway as the face of Victoria's Secret, a testament to her talent and hard work, earning her millions and igniting the fashion world. Witnessing her soaring success has been nothing short of inspiring, especially as we stand here, reunited amidst the whirlwind of my significant day. It's incredible how life unfolds, leading us on separate paths, only to reunite at such a pivotal moment, celebrating each other's achievements and growth.

"Are you ready to see yourself?" Lauren asks with excitement.

"Yeah." I chuckled nervously, feeling the anticipation building up as Lauren covered my eyes gently. I could sense the thrill in the air, the culmination of a journey leading to this moment.

"Okay, get ready!" Lauren's voice held a contagious excitement, and as she removed her hands, I found myself standing before a grand mirror. A gasp escaped me as I beheld the sight. The vision of me that met my eyes was beyond imagination—a gown of purest white, adorned with intricate lace that seemed to dance across the fabric. The delicate patterns framed my figure elegantly, cascading into a train that pooled around me like a river. Each detail was a testament to the artistry of love, the embodiment of every whispered dream and unspoken desire. Tears welled up, blurring the breathtaking sight, as I felt enveloped in a creation that echoed the depths of affection from both my husband and my dear friends. In that moment, standing amidst their joyful whispers, I was overwhelmed by the beauty of their gesture and the stunning reflection before me.

"You look so beautiful." Verna exclaimed, wiping the tears that spilled from her eyes.

"Verna, please stop. You're going to make me cry." I chuckled, stepping away from her and fanning my eyes to dry the tears.

"Okay, hurry, we're going out there." Morgan urged, and I nodded, composing myself.

They escorted themselves out through the large double doors leading to the main room where the ceremony awaited.

"Are you ready?" Anton asked as he entered the room.

"Yeah." I breathed out, linking my arm with his.

The grand doors opened, and all eyes turned toward me. At the end of the aisle stood Tom, looking incredibly handsome. I'd managed to convince him to keep his hair down, thank goodness, and now he sported a growing beard. Bill, georg, and gustav standing by his side as his groomsmen.

Anton and I strolled down the aisle slowly. My eyes threatened to well up with tears; I had never imagined this moment, the act of getting married to someone I thought was dead,
and who kidnapped me..

We reached Tom, and I took his hands.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God and these witnesses to join Natalia Mari Lucchese and Tom kaulitz in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred covenant, a lifelong commitment of love and support. Let us begin this joyous celebration with a prayer." The priest begins, commencing the ceremony with a prayer.

"Heavenly Father, we come before you on this special day, asking for your blessings upon Natalia Lucchese and Tom Kaulitz. May their union be filled with love, grace, and divine guidance. Grant them strength and wisdom to build a strong foundation for their marriage. Amen."

"Amen." Everyone says in union.

" Natalia and Tom, please join hands and face each other as you make your vows before God and these witnesses."