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(One Year Later)
My life had finally fallen into the right place. My father and his horrible business partners were locked away for the horrid things they had done while being known as The Chocolate Cartel. Willy and his friends were finally free, free of the horrible Mrs. Scrubitt, and were able to go back to the lives that had once been stolen from them. As for myself? I was free as well, free to finally have a life outside of being a Ficklegruber.

"What's got your mind whirling (Y/N)?" Willy had said from next to me on our casual stroll across the Galerie, free of the burdensome people we had faced and finally out away, able to start our own business and help others follow their dreams they had once squandered.

"I'm just thinking of us. You. I'm so thankful we found each other, Willy." Our hands connected in the middle with his chocolate eyes following my happy smile, his more than optimistic charm always shining through. We had actually gotten married just a mere month ago, all our friends having shown and celebrating the many things we had accomplished over time. Willy was able to kickstart the chocolate factory he'd dreamed of most of his life, me being right along side him to open up the chocolate store in town.

"I knew we would be together. I knew I was going to marry you from the first time we met." When he had caught me before falling, lifting me towards him into a moment we would never forget.

"That was the day I knew we'd fall in love." I said with a massive grin on my lips, stopping mid way to the chocolate store I run during the day. We simply kissed, right out front of our dream, the dream we had built together.
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I'm so sorry this is so short. But I figured it would be short and sweet. ❤️

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