Sequel to the book "Fate's Chance"
A few years into the future, where are Justin and Arabella? Did the couple defy against social norms?
Did fate actually take a chance to prove the two belonged with one another?
There's only one way to find out
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"Man I gotta say, you've made me so proud. I'm happy for you brother. You guys deserve a life time of peace and happiness" I smiled over at Jaden as I finally got a chance to catch up with him at the dinner table. He sat panting lightly as he'd just got off of the dance floor as he danced with his newly wedded wife, Jade.
"Aw man thank you so much bro. I can't believe this shit. I'm married!" He laughed manically patting the sweat off of his forehead with a napkin
"Well you better believe it!" I placed my hand on his shoulder as I took a seat next to him. "You're tied down for life, enjoy it. It truly is a blessing"
"So are you. How bout we both enjoy it?"
I laughed at his response. How many drinks has he had already? "What do you mean? Last time I checked, I'm a single man"
"Yeah keep thinking that" he said before patting my shoulder and standing to his feet "I'm gonna go speak to Jade's parents. I better see you on that dance floor or I'm coming back to drag your ass! I mean it Bieber!"
I simply fanned him away as I sunk deeper into the chair becoming relaxed allowing my eyes to roam around the room. Not gonna lie, this whole wedding was so beautiful, it actually left me hopeful for a split second.
I don't know why but as we all listened as Jaden and Jade exchanged their personal wedding vows, I couldn't help but to peek over at Bella. I wonder what life would've been like if I didn't allow my selfish heroic act to end us. Would this be our wedding instead? Would we have even made it this far?
I don't know if it's cause of the warm love that is in the air but it has me wondering about what we could've been. I also don't know how to feel about wondering about this. I'm sure once the music slows down and it's time to say goodbye for the night, I'll snap back into reality
But for now... as I remained in my chair sipping on a glass of champagne, I recalled some of the many good memories we had together. Like that time I convinced her to come to a house party I'd thrown while I was in Maryland for a concert. We were barely even friends and I honestly didn't even know her that well but I was so drawn to her for some reason. I figured since we were already in a scandal together, why not get to know each other better? I could tell she was hesitant about it but she came anyway. We danced for so long, I never wanted the music to stop.
Which reminds me of that time she flew all the way from Maryland to LA just to come to my album release party. In the midst of her workload from school, she made an effort to come. Watching her leave to go back home was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I didn't breathe the same when she wasn't near. I wanted her next to me at all times.
