“Oh my God,” I repeated in disbelief, “I’m getting married. Right now. In Paris.”
“That’s the plan! Now let’s get going!”
I numbly climbed into the limo, and as soon as my party got settled, the limo took off toward the church. There was wine and champagne in the car, but I refused to drink anything because I wanted to be completely and totally aware of everything that was happening around me. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Oh my God,” I breathed as we pulled to a stop before a church with the architecture of a mini cathedral with long lines and looming towers in its design.
The limo had barely turned off when Crystal dragged me out of the back and toward the side of the church. She opened an elaborately decorated door and organized chaos ensued. There were dresses and flowers everywhere. My makeup artist, who I had thought was out sick, looked as chipper as I’d ever seen here and she was wearing a headset and talking to someone who had to be elsewhere on the premises.
“I knew something was odd when you called in sick for a trip to Paris!” I exclaimed when she finally made eye contact with me.
“Did I say that I was sick and couldn’t make the trip to Paris?” she asked me with a smile, “Must’ve been static on the line... As much as I’d like to talk to you, if I don’t start getting you ready, Crystal might just kill me so…” she trailed off and stepped aside to reveal a beautiful, but elegant spaghetti strap wedding dress with corset like bodice and a long, flowing skirt. It was amazing that I hadn’t noticed it until then, but that only attested to the pandemonium in the room.
“Well what are you waiting for? A light to turn green? Get into that dress so she can do your hair and makeup!” Crystal prompted.
The fact that I was about to get married slowly began to sink in as I quickly disrobed and put the dress on. As I knew it would be, the dress fit perfectly and the shoes that went with it felt like tangible clouds. My “sick” makeup artist pulled the top part of my hair back into an ornate clip and efficiently applied some foundation and mascara. She grumbled at my curls a few times, but in the end, she sat back with a self-satisfied smirk when she was finished.
“You look gorgeous!” Crystal and Trinity gushed, instantly materializing at my sides.
“You guys do too! I love the color you chose for the dresses!” I replied, indicating to the midnight blue of their bridesmaid’s dresses.
“It matches my hair,” Crystal smiled, fingering a loose lock of her hair.
“Quick! Smile for the camera!” Trinity exclaimed as she held her phone away from the three of us for a quick photo. “I just took one of your last photos as Ms. Andrews!”
“I know!” I practically squealed in both amazement and anticipation.
“They’re ready for you,” my mom announced as she came back in the room. “Lizzie, honey, you look absolutely breathtaking! I can’t believe my baby is getting married!” A single tear escaped her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. “Look at me getting all weepy! Your father and most importantly, Chris, is waiting for you! Don’t forget your bouquet!”
Trinity handed me a bouquet of white roses surrounded by dark blue delphiniums that matched the color of the bridesmaid’s dresses perfectly. Bouquet in hand, we rushed to the foyer of the church and waited until the Wedding March began to play, but instead of the almost sad tones of the violin greeting me as my father walked me down the aisle, the invigorating sound of an electric guitar played my march.
My eyes scanned the crowd as I looked for who was playing the guitar, since from what I could see there weren’t any speakers. In the corner I found Nate playing the electric guitar I bought him with my hard earned money back in high school with the rest of Sweet Seduction standing beside him, waiting their turn. I almost gave a very unladylike snort when I saw Trent wink at me, but kept myself in check by looking up at my father, who gave me a small smile and gave my hand an encouraging pat. I looked from my best friend to my close friend, then glanced at my brother and Sam. Finally my gaze settled on Chris, who looked absolutely mouthwatering in his suit, and my eyes never looked away after that. Not when I heard my mom start crying, not when I heard someone in the church cough; I didn’t even look away when the priest asked us for our vows.
Since getting married was kind of last on my list of expectations when I woke up this morning, I didn’t exactly have it all prepared, but as I stared into his eyes, the words just came out naturally.
“I, Elizabeth, choose you Chris, to be my best friend, cohort in crime, and love of my life. I promise you my deepest love and wholehearted devotion. I promise to be your biggest supporter and that so long as I take breath, to be your companion. I love you so much and thank God for putting you in my life and…umm…that’s kind of all I’ve got on such short notice,” I blushed.
The crowd chuckled, but I didn’t see them; I could vaguely even hear them. All I saw was Chris and his smirk at my unceremonious ending.
“I, Christopher O’Neill, take you Elizabeth to be my lawfully wedded wife, though what's important is not so much the title, but the fact that you are my other half. When I see you, I see the future, I see what could be, and I see possibility. You inspire me to be better. You are my first thought when I wake and the last one before I sleep. I promise you every ounce of love that I possess and the support of every fiber of my being. I promise to be faithful to you and to care for you, disregarding all others. I promise to respect you, honor you, and cherish you for the rest of my days. I’ve had months to write this out and that’s all I’ve got. I’ve never been a ‘words’ kind of guy, hopefully you’ll have me anyway.”
Throughout his vows, I thanked God several times that they’d only applied mascara and foundation, because otherwise I’m sure that my eyeliner would be everywhere. I couldn’t stop smiling nor could I stop crying. Chris brushed my tears away with a tender smile as the priest continued to drone on about something or other. The only thing I heard after our vows was, “I know pronounce you husband and wife. I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill. You may kiss your bride.”
And so with the sweetest kiss I’d ever experienced, in one of the happiest moments of my life, I faced my friends, family and coworkers for the first time as Elizabeth O’Neill and began a brand new adventure with the man that I loved at my side.
**MY LAST AUTHOR'S NOTE! X_x**
This used to be another chapter, but after much contemplation, I've decided to end PAB here. Because this story is done, the only way for others to find this is for you to give the chapters your vote. So long as this story receives votes and reads, it will remain high enough on the list for others to find it. If you want more of the characters they cross over to my other story Flight Risk that follows Sam, Trinity, and Brad through their trials and tribulations in their hometown of Serenity. Thank you so much for your support throughout this crazy EPIC journey! Love you all!
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Previously titled: Payback's a Bitch. After discovering her boyfriend is cheating on her, Elizabeth Andrews decides a little payback is in order and sets out to even the odds. She starts the band Poetic Justice and begins a journey of love & lyrics...