WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Epilogue

Epilogue 

Third person PoV 

"I miss you; no, actually we miss you." 

Yrene Jones corrects herself as her fiancé interlaces their fingers, as they stand besides Jason Dawfield's grave. 

"I'm getting married, Jay! And Chase really is fulfilling his promise to you; he treats me so well! Makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world!"

Chase rubs the back of her hand and she smiles at the black marble headstone she had gotten customised herself because she knew that's how Jason would have liked it. 

As Chase makes a move to give her some time alone she hold on tightly to his hand, refusing to let go, shaking her head 'no' at him. They stand there for some time, neither saying a word but sighing Yrene Jones begins again. 

"Thank you, Jason. For everything, for letting me have another chance at love, with this man," she angles her head upwards in the direction of her Chase and smiles at him, "we'll never forget you, Jay."

"Yes, never." Chase adds to her speech, making her lean into his side a little so that he puts his coat around her to make her feel warm considering she was only wearing an off white knee length dress.

She places the bouquet of lilacs and primroses onto his freshly cleaned grave and kisses his headstone. 

"Once more: thank you." 

~*~ 

Yrene Jones was fretting over the last few details of her dress: a luxurious, customised crème coloured, full sleeved, off the shoulders, lace piece by Zuhair Murad. 

"I think all this lace makes me look bloated," she turns around in front of the mirror to check out the back and all, "does it not?"

"Oh , please Yr! For God's sake; you look ravishing, truly. I've never seen such a pretty bride in my entire life, and trust me, my brand and I have dressed many brides but you, my darling, top them all." Her sister in law air kisses her cheek, careful not to ruin her make up.

"Promise?"

"Of course." She smiles at her warmly, the very moment her two best friends barge in, Aelin, as usual, with her camera. Yrene had to admit that in the emerald green bridesmaid dresses, all three of them looked the epitome of grace and elegance while according to them, she in her wedding dress looked so exquisite that her bridegroom would think of her as nothing less than an angel from heaven. 

"Sit the fuck down!" Katie Cartier was pushing her best friend down on the couch in one of the ante rooms of St. Peter's Basilica, tying the bow of her off white, satin, Gucci heels. 

"Ouch! And careful; don't ruin my hair! It took hours to get it right!"

"Yr, will you just shut up!" 

Aelin Matthews was placing the diamond tiara, a Tiffany and Co. family heirloom, on her midnight head while she was whining about it ruining her hair which was styled in waist length waves, knotted in exotic braids at the front with a few tendrils let loose. 

"There!" Aelin clapped her hands, signalling the end of her conquest: fixing the costly and super intricately designed tiara onto Yrene's head. 

"Thank God!"

"And thank me."

"Yes, thank you, Aelin!"

"Great, so now for the veil!" 

"Oh my... That's left?!"

"Well, do you see it on your head?"

Yrene rolls her eyes as Aelin rubs her hands together, excited to finally fasten the ten foot long, net and lace veil, especially made for Yrene by Elie Saab; somehow, her mother had convinced the two Lebanese designers to work on Yrene's wedding outfit, and by some miracle they had agreed.