𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ EPILOGUE ✰

Maeve and Joost's high-flown wedding had been postponed by... a while. Well, as a wise elderly woman would say; good things take time. To the married couple, this indicated them to wait more than three years after their civil ceremony to finally gather their families together.

This time, a long, wide flared dress adorned her. Glitter and lace decorated the white gown in its own unique style. Evie desired to be a princess, more so, she wanted to feel like herself.

She watched as her family and friends sprawled around the garden. Every guest had fallen into conversation with someone, drinks in hand and bright smiles across their faces. The summer sun beamed over their heads, barely captured by the tents they had set up.

Alanis and Nadia explained some new internet phenomenon to the Irish girl, accepting the fact that their best friend had no time to indulge in her socials anymore, or at least not as thoroughly as she used to.

And there she came running, the primary reason.
"Mummy!", the little girl squealed, her light brown curls bouncing off her shoulders.

"Yes, my love?", Evie crouched down to her daughter's level.

"Fionn, c'mere!", she ushered her cousin over with her Irish accent,"He said I'm not in charge of the kids' table."

"Because you're not the only one!"

Ali behind the bride chuckled to herself whilst earning a gentle swat from the American girl next to her.

"Levke, my darling, you can both be in charge."

"But I want to be", the young girl pouted.

The cousins stood side by side, arms crossed and scowl on their faces. Evie had to hold back a cry of adoration as Levke's eyes mirrored her husband's and Fionn looked exactly like her dear friend and brother-in-law.

As if on cue, Joost appeared behind the children. His grin intensified as he slowly bent down, just to grasp onto his daughter and lift her off the ground. She screeched at the sudden loss of surface beneath her feet.

"Papa!"

"What has gotten you so upset, snoesje?", the blonde man raised his eyebrows at the girl in his arms.

Effortlessly, Levke switched from English to her second language as she rolled her eyes: "Fionn and his bossiness."

"Oi", an Irish man called, not understanding a word,"That's my son you're talking about, Levi."

Carlos O'Connell in his proudest moment, watching his child stand up for himself against the likewise-dominant girl, ruffled the young boys hair.

"And she's also your niece, love", Niamh added, now beside her sister.

The sharp sound of a spoon ringing against a glass interrupted the discussion. Jeroen had taken his place on top of his chair. The entire wedding went silent and he internally realised that all eyes were, indeed, on him. It wasn't exactly his most comfortable moment.

"Good evening, everyone!", he nervously waved,"For those of you who don't know me, I'm Jeroen. I'm also one of Evie's best friends. And I hope it's okay for everybody if I say some things."