𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐈 || 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐗𝐕

"YOU, ANGELIQUE LE, ARE BEAUTIFUL."

Annabeth squeezed my shoulders from behind me as I faced myself in the mirror. Claire stood to the side, admiring her work on my hair.

"Thank you, Annabeth," I whispered. "And you too, Claire."

Looking in the glass, I barely recognized the person. Her midnight black tresses were piled into an elaborate bun that only Claire could pull it into. Her dark-brown eyes were highlighted by the bronze eyeshadow and curled lashes. Slender, but not thin, lips in a shade of rose pink. The wedding dress hugged her lithe body, then flowed out in a long train behind her. It's an unusual wedding dress though, instead of white, it was navy blue.

I grinned. This person was me.

Not a lot of cleavage to show but who the fuck cares? I'm going to flaunt my B cups.

I took a deep breath. I'm 26 now. Both Claire and Annabeth are married. Now it was my turn. I was to be wed to Douxie, in New Rome, where we had planned to live the rest of our life and had lived for 6 years now. New Rome was located in Camp Jupiter, where all my Roman friends were. Everyone was here. My family from Camp Half-Blood and Arcadia Oaks.

"Ready?" Claire asked me.

"More than ever," I replied with a smile.

I hugged them both tightly.

"We'll see you later," Annabeth said with a wink, then they left the room.

The moment they left, my father Poseidon appeared in a cloud of mist. He smiled when he saw me in my dress. I wondered what was running through his head? Was this wedding just a reminder that time passed quickly for an immortal like him?

"All grown up now," he said with his familiar smile, green eyes crinkling.

"Yep," I said, popping the 'p'.

I took Poseidon's arm and looked up at him. "Thanks for coming, Dad."

"Of course," he said. "Anything for my daughter."

We walked to the double doors, and they opened on their own accord as I approached. Light shone onto my face as I strode out on my father's arm and down the aisle. The flower girl, Estelle, Percy's half-sister, was the flower girl. She was nine now, her salt and pepper hair pulled into two dutch braids, her hands gleefully tossing the blue petals into the air. Her parents, Percy's mom and Paul stood in the stands, watching her go.

I took another deep breath as I took in everyone who was here in the large open space of the Forum.

Leo gave me a cheesy thumbs up with Calypso by his side. Hazel and Frank were here of course, we were in New Rome after all. They had long given up their positions as Praetor. Piper was here, and so was Percy and Annabeth of course. Percy looked like he was on the verge of tears, and was trying to give me a happy grin.