JUNIOR YEAR HAS FLOWN ON by for the Empire. It's a been a great deal ruining people's reputations and getting them out of California. It's also been a great deal throwing and going to parties, dinners, fashion shows that the author didn't write about.
The day that everyone has been waiting for has finally arrived. The wedding day.
Juliette wakes up, emotions all over the place. Everyone in the room gets all glammed up. and then Fallon bursts into the room, tears streaming down her face as she declares how happy she is for her best friend. This makes Juliette sob hard. Happy tears of course. She's marrying (again) the only man she's ever and will continue to ever love.
The bride wipes the wetness underneath her eyes "Damn you. So glad I went minimal with the makeup today. I knew someone was going to end up in tears. It just had to be Fallon."
"Shut up. I'm happy." Fallon whines, making everyone laugh at her.
"Juliette, sweetie how are you-" Vanessa, Juliette's mother, clad in a silver ALBERTA FERRETTI gown and a pair of silver LOUBOUTINS, interrupts her statement, staring at her daughter in shock."Oh my goodness, my baby girl, you look so beautiful." Tears are streaming down her face. The heiress smiles and takes her hands into hers. "I told myself I wasn't going to cry today."
Juliette stands tall in her custom VERA WANG wedding gown and custom HARRY WINSTON jewelry. His makeup is flawless, his hair is flawless. Everything about him right now is flawless. Carson, our bride's father, knocks on the door and the look on his face when he notices his daughter is priceless. His face is a mixture of happiness, shock, and awe.
"Juliette, you look beautiful. This day has finally come. My daughter is getting married. I could cry." And so he does. See, most people think that Carson is this big harsh businessman. No, he's soft for the people around him. "Ness, Vanessa, oh my goodness. The waterworks are here to stay today. Damn it."
Andrea glides into the large dressing room with a big bouquet of sunflowers. "Delivery from the groom to his sunshine! I read the card. Sorry, I couldn't resist." She's nosey as hell sometimes.
The minute she sets the flowers down on the table, Juliette snatches the card and blushes madly. "I love him so much."
The card reads, 'Jules, my everything. I cannot wait to marry you. I know I tell you this everyday, and I truly mean this- you really are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, darling.
Love, Charles,
Your husband.'Everyone awes at Charles's sweet gestures. The man never fails to make Jules smile. God, she cannot wait to marry him.
"If I don't get a man like Charles, I'm suing." Kristen, Juliette's godsister loudly states.
Juliette puts the card down and sits back on the stool so she can finish getting ready.
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HOLLINGSWORTH VILLA is vibrant with life – and the size of the crowd was quite extraordinary, even in comparison to the formal galas organized by the mothers and organizers to celebrate various holidays – as many people from LOS ANGELES and beyond came there for the wedding. The wedding that's going to start in less than an hour is – according to the press, at least – considered to be the most-anticipated event of the century. All because CHARLES HOLLINGSWORTH, is about to remarry the absolute love of his life, JULIETTE.
Speaking of the soon-to-be-husband... Charles, dressed in a white and black Armani suit and Louboutin dress shoes, stands at the silver altar set up in the garden with his groomsmen and waits with anticipation for everything to start. As he could see, all of the guests have already arrived and have just finished taking their seats. He's also aware that a few reporters are among them – especially from VOGUE and PEOPLE, GQ, INSTYLE – but he's paying them no type of attention. He has much more interesting things to do, for example thinking about his soon-to-be husband.
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