"Pretty Girl"

29 - epilogue

Malorie's POV:

-2 years later-

We sing-shout me and Baylie's playlist as I get my makeup and hair done before my wedding.

There's white everywhere. Snow that covers the ground, me and my bridesmaids pajamas, and my dress hanging up by the window, it's like a fairytale.

"Mother of the bride! One of them!" My mom says, coming in with coffee.

"Coffee! And wine! Weird concoction, but, you're gonna need the wine to calm your nerves!"

"I'm not nervous, mom," I say.

"You're not?!" She says.

"No," I say, smiling. Brie comes in. She's Baylie's maid of honor. Lexi is mine.

"Hi! Baylie told me to give this to you!" She hands me a letter. I open it and read it.

September 18th, 2019

I met the love of my life today.

It's an odd thing to say, I know. I just met her today and I already know she's the love of my life.

I mean, love at first sight is a thing.

She's so pretty. She has box-red hair that sits right above her shoulders, pretty brown eyes, and a pretty smile.

I talked her ear off, and I think she hates me for it, but I know that she secretly loves it. Call me delusional. But it's true.

I can already picture myself walking down the aisle with a bouquet of flowers in my hand, seeing her stand there in whatever attire she prefers.

I think she'd wear a dress. I think she likes to dress up and get all pretty.

I think I fell in love with her. And it's only been a day of genuinely knowing her.

All I hope is that this lasts. That she's mine forever. Because it's been a day, but she's my best friend. And I can't imagine a life without her in it.

I just hope that eventually she feels the same way too.

Lots of love, Baylie Lionel

"Fuck I'm gonna ruin my makeup! Fuck I'm gonna ruin my makeup!" I say, voice breaking.

"Why?!" Crystal asks. I start to take fast breaths.

"Because the letter! It's so cute she was in love with me the first day we met and she wrote about it! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cry!"

"I'm gonna cry I'm gonna cry I'm gonna cry! Fuck!" I say. I take a deep breath and put a tissue to my eyes.

"Okay," I whisper. I take a deep breath. My makeup artist continues.

"Fuck!" I say, voice breaking.
"Oh she's so sweet! Oh, my god!" I say.

"It's okay, baby!" Lexi says, smiling. She kisses my head.

The hair stylist finishes my hair. The makeup artist finishes my makeup.

Now I just have to get dressed.

I get in my dress and my heels and look at myself in the mirror. I smile at myself.

I've grown so much since I was 15.

Not only physically, but mentally as well.

I meditate when I wake up. Write down positive things in my life. Take my dogs on walks and make love with Baylie when we have spare time.

We cook and bake on the weekends. We stay up late talking and reading our newest reads.

We host girls nights at our place and get drunk on our collective days off. Baylie and I are planning to travel the world for our book tour.

Because we published a book called Corrupted. Which tells Baylie's story being kidnapped, meeting me, and then my mental illnesses. BPD being the main factor.

It blew up. We're inspirations for people all over the world.

13-year-old me sobbing on her bedroom floor and refusing to sleep in her bed would be so fucking proud of me.

Baylie and I made a house with only love. We don't fight. We talk through our hard days and cuddle.

I'm the only one left in the room. My music queue starts playing, and I walk down the aisle.

Little Mal spread the flowers so well for only being two.

I see everyone I've become friends with in the past almost five years of my life sitting down. My mom, my dads, Carter, Eileen, Kelly, everyone who's supported me is here for me.

I step up onto the altar and wait for the familiar music of Cigarettes After Sex to play.

And when Apocalypse starts to play, I look up and meet the eyes of my soon to be wife.

She smiles at me as she walks down the aisle, her arm linked with Declan's.

And as she steps up onto the altar, and I see her face, all I can think is one thing.

Pretty Girl.

A/N - 777, the Angel number of good luck and divine guidance was the word count before the A/N.

Meaning, Baylie and Malorie are going to live happily ever after, with their two dogs and Julie.

This is like, my favorite book ever.

I love you all. So much. Thank you for being here. You're so amazing.🩷🩷