SPACES | 𝘯. 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯 (book 3) ✔

It Ends With Us.

Here's the last part of the alternate ending <3 I had a lot of nostalgia writing these and I hope you like these better than the original ending, lol.

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Emily was freaking out. She couldn't believe that day actually came. She couldn't believe it was her turn. She couldn't believe it was him this was going to happen with. She was going to spend the rest of her life with him and she wasn't even close to being upset about it. "Okay, Emily, calm down. Calm down. No need to get so worked up," she said to her reflection. This whole day had been in the works for months and yes she's been preparing herself for it, she couldn't accept the fact that it was actually here. The day actually came. But... there was a little dilemma. 

"Em, you're just overthinking it! It's a simple solution to a simple problem," Yomara tried to reason.

"This is a damn crisis, Yomara!" Emily replied, beginning to pace back and forth between the room. 

"I'm sure that with whatever happens, you'll still look beautiful and you'll still remember this day your entire life," Deidre tried to reason. 

"That's just the thing!" Emily countered. "I don't want to remember the day of my wedding as the day that I couldn't fit into my wedding dress!" Emily said, completely tired with the situation and wishing that anything other than this happened. 

Valerie came into the room with a glass of water with Allie (who was now 11 years old) trailing behind her. Valerie, Deidre, and Yomara were all dressed in their bridesmaid's dresses while Emily only had her hair and makeup was done with a thin robe on her body. Yomara and Deidre left to help set up last minute things as Valerie gave Emily the water. "Em, you really don't have to worry about the dress," she says.

"But it doesn't fit anymore," Emily pouted miserably. "It's the stress-eating."

"It's normal, Emily. It's the nerves. I get it, I was married once upon a time, remember?" Allie gave a curious look up at her mother before shrugging it off and going back to her videos. Emily only gave a small, hardly unnoticeable nod. "Why don't we try the dress on again? Maybe the zipper will go up if we tug harder?" Valerie suggested.

Emily sighed, but nodded again and with her aunt's help, was able to get into the dress, but not succeed in getting the zipper up. And then, the zipper broke. "Damn!" Valerie had cursed. 

"Told you. Completely hopeless," Emily grumbled and walked off and down onto the chair. And when there was a knock on the door, Valerie went to get it. "Oh, hey, Harry," she said when the door opened.

"Hi, Valerie," Harry had replied.

"I'm glad you're here, actually. Maybe your good fashion sense can fix this," Valerie had said and welcomed him in. 

"Oh, and Yomara was actually calling for you. Something with the placement of some flowers you ordered," Harry had said. "She asked for me to come to get you."

"Oh, okay," Valerie replied. "Allie, come on." Allie obeyed quietly and followed her mom out. Harry closed the door behind them and turned to look at Emily. Like everyone else, he was already dressed in his tuxedo and tie with a plastic bag in his hand. 

Harry sighed sadly when he saw the frown on Emily's face. "I had a lot of hope for that dress, too," he said, sitting in front of her with the bag in his lap. 

"So did I," Emily replied. "We spent weeks trying to find the perfect dress."

"I know, I was there for most of it," Harry teased.

Emily chuckled lightly and looked up to meet his eye. "What are you doing here, anyway? Not that I don't love your company."

"Yomara and Deidre came to me and the lads saying you were having dress issues. Your husband-to-be left to the shops and picked this up for you." Harry handed Emily the plastic bag. "Go on, open it! I'm curious too."