Homecoming

Chapter 30

Author Note: This is the last chapter! This has been so much fun to write, and I'm sad that it is ending, but I look forward to my next story! Love you guys!!

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"This blue dress is just so elegant, and it is a winter color," JJ commented.

"But, how about this one? This light orange dress would brighten you up for sure!" Garcia chimed in.

"That's way too bright! She's not trying to be a beacon. This gray pantsuit is perfect. It's classy," Emily suggested.

"She's going to a wedding, not a business conference!" Garcia pointed out.

"Guys, guys, guys! How about this dress?" you replied. You selected a long baby pink v-neck halter dress. It was very ethereal and delicate. You would look pretty, but you wouldn't outshine the bride. The rest of the girls nodded in approval. You texted Spencer a picture of the dress which elicited a polite compliment. Spencer wasn't into sending risky messages over text. It made him too nervous.

After slipping on the dress, JJ started on your makeup, and Garcia fiddled with your hair. Emily went through your closet to pick out a pair of shoes and investigated your dresser to find matching jewelry. It felt like it was your wedding day rather than Maeve's. You pictured walking down the aisle in a wedding gown to see Spencer at the end at the altar. You look to the side, and you see Diana and your parents in the audience. You got lost in your daydream as the girls finished creating your look.

Spencer arrived an hour later to pick you up for the wedding. He was wearing a tuxedo with a pink handkerchief to match your dress. When he saw you, he immediately pulled you in for a kiss and scooped you up into his arms to carry you to the car.

"Don't mess up her hair and makeup, Spencer, or I'll kill you!" Garcia playfully yelled back. You gave your friends a wave goodbye as Spencer set you down into the car.

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The wedding was happening in an indoor garden a few miles down the road from the hotel, but the reception was taking place inside the hotel ballroom. Once you got to the garden, Spencer took your hand as the two of you mingled with some of the other guests. You both welcomed yourselves to some of the free drinks and finger snacks provided on one of the tables. Soon enough, the music started playing, cueing you and Spencer to take your assigned seats. You waited eagerly to see Maeve walk down the aisle, and you could tell the groom was beaming already.

The elegant garden doors opened slowly to reveal the beautiful bride. Her one arm was laced with her father's arm while the other arm held her bouquet. She was wearing a modest A-line dress that flowed smoothly down to the floor. The top of the dress was embroidered with white lace and petals. Her hair was in an updo, and her veil was attached to a white rose flower crown. She looked like the goddess of the earth.

As Maeve and her husband-to-be said their vows, you could feel Spencer grab your hand and give it a squeeze. You looked over at him, and he returned the eye contact with a gaze that said, "I love you as much as they love each other."

Your smile in return said to him, "That could be us one day."

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At the reception, you and Spencer danced the night away (after a few drinks of course). Your favorite dance had to be the Cha Cha Slide because mildly drunk Spencer killed it. He danced like no one was watching which was unusual for him, but you weren't complaining. It was nice to see him grow more comfortable with you and with himself. Maeve came up to you and Spencer at one point during the reception to hug you both and thank you for coming.

The last song of the night was a slow dance song. Yellow by Coldplay echoed throughout the ballroom. You could see all the guests pair up in a circle around the newlyweds, placing them in the center spotlight. You and Spencer found your spot in the circle, and Spencer placed his hands firmly on your waist and pulled you in close. Your head nestled gently against his chest, feeling his heart rate pulse against your cheek. It didn't matter how many times you would be close to him like this, you still got butterflies every time. Your heart still raced every time. Your spine still tingled every time. Your cheeks still blushed every time. You didn't see yourself ever getting sick of him.

At the end of the song, you slowly pulled apart from each other. Spencer placed his hand against your cheek before planting a tender kiss on your lips.

You thought back to that day in class when you wondered if you would ever know what love is. You never expected to find it in the peculiar boy with the messenger bag who happened to sit next to you in a philosophy class.