Illegal My Ass

EPILOGUE

A:N: Right guys, this is it! Took me about 2 weeks to finish it and its 24 pages long on word, but finally here it is! There wont be a sequel, but this is long enough to count for about 3 of my standard chapters! I was getting emotional, i fell in love with Mia and Drake over the last few months! I want to thank every single one of you for reading, voting and messaging on the chapters. All your lovely messages made me want to finish this story and i really hope the last chapter will do it justice! Thank you so much for sticking with me and reading this story, i literally love you all!

Here it is! Enjoy my lovelies!

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7 years later

She was having a breakdown. I mean a proper full on Britney head shave breakdown.

“Lacey you need to calm down and breathe before you give yourself heart failure.” I tried to calm her down, holding my hands out to attempt to somehow grab her to stop her frantic pacing.

“I can’t Mia everything is going to go wrong. I can feel it.” She was panting “I mean, the stupid caterers already messed up and made seafood for the buffet later. Seafood! Your Aunt Betty is like deathly allergic, we’re going to have a fucking crime scene by the end of today I can just feel it!”

“Okay, Lacey just breathe. Everything will be fine, I will warn Aunt Betty to stay as far away from the seafood as she can. I’ll tell her it’s literally a life or death situation.” I told her, trying to bite back the smile I’ve been wanting to let out ever since Lacey started having this meltdown. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but it was pretty funny.

She was fine up until about 10 minutes ago. We were happily getting ready, squeezing Lacey into her dress and then she took one look at herself in the full length mirror, and psycho Lacey came out to play.

I had to usher her mother and the dress fitting women out of the room, reassuring them I would have the situation under control. I felt like a city cop calming civilians down after a bomb threat in a town square. Pretty accurate metaphor I think.

“What if he does a runner? What if that bastard genuinely jolts me at the altar and I’m left there a mess with this stupid dress on while he’s catching the next flight to Mexico with another woman who he met at work or something?!” I swear she was about to hyperventilate.

“First of all, you know he would never dump you at the altar, he’d let someone know so you wouldn’t make it to the altar. Second of all, he hates Mexican food. I remember I made him that burrito once and he was held up in the toilet for 4 hours. And third of all, he works in construction. Not many women in that line of work, unless the one he’s running off with is 6ft 3 with stubble called Dave.”

I swear I may as well not have said anything, because she continued her hectic pacing. She placed her hand on her forehead as she came to an abrupt stop and looked at me.

“Mia, I am allowed to panic okay. It’s my wedding day!” Lacey yelled, but it wasn’t in the typical excited bride voice where she says it whilst jumping up and down on the spot clapping her hands. She said it like she just announced she was about to get penetrated by metal bat with barbed wire at the end of it.

I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my lips as I shook my head in amusement. I guess she was allowed to freak out slightly, I mean she was finally about to take that big step. The step every girl probably thinks about when they’re little whilst watching ‘The Little Mermaid’ or ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Lacey however was acting like she was doing her wedding plans whilst enjoying the Exorcist in 3D.