A/N: Because I love my readers! By popular demand... here's the final chapter of this universe! Enjoy guys! Na inspire by the ayuda yesterday.
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Epilogue
It wasn't planned.
Well, maybe in the back of Aiah's mind, she had thought about it once or twice, the idea of doing something spontaneous and wildly romantic, something that would drive Mikha just a little bit insane. But the actual moment? The actual decision to get married in a way that barely resembled a traditional wedding? That happened on a random night in Vegas.
Because, of course, it did.
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It started with a last-minute trip to the U.S. for a music festival in California. Aiah had been invited to DJ at an after-party, and Mikha—who rarely ever mixed business and leisure—had been surprisingly quick to agree to come along. Maybe it was because she wanted a break, or maybe it was because the thought of Aiah gallivanting around L.A. without her made her stomach twist in a way she still wasn't ready to admit.
After the festival wrapped up, what was supposed to be a chill two-day extension in L.A. turned into an impulsive drive to Vegas with Colet, Jho, Gwen, Maloi, Stacey, and Sheena—because why not? They were already in the country, the vibes were immaculate, and Aiah had whispered something along the lines of "Live a little, Mikhs," in her ear.
The wedding idea came up over drinks.
"Alam mo," Colet mused, swirling her cocktail lazily. "Pwede na kayong magpakasal dito."
Mikha, who had been nursing her whiskey, nearly choked. "Excuse me?"
Colet grinned. "I mean, engaged na rin lang kayo, and you're already here... Vegas wedding, anyone?"
"Putangina, Colet," Mikha muttered, shaking her head.
But Aiah? Aiah lit up.
She turned to Mikha, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Wait. Wait."
Mikha narrowed her eyes, already regretting where this conversation was heading. "Aiah, no—"
Aiah grabbed her hands. "Pero bakit hindi? Think about it. No stress, no huge production, just us and our friends."
Mikha's lips parted, ready to argue, but then she saw it—the way Aiah was looking at her, like she wanted this, like it wasn't just a ridiculous joke but something that actually meant something.
And that was the moment Mikha realized—she could spend months planning a perfect wedding, or she could marry Aiah tonight in a way that was impulsive, insane, and absolutely them.
She exhaled. "You're unbelievable."
Aiah grinned. "And yet—"
"Here I am about to elope with you," Mikha finished, rolling her eyes but smiling.
That was all the confirmation Aiah needed.
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They got married in a tiny Vegas chapel, with neon lights flashing outside and an Elvis impersonator standing by, ready to officiate.
Aiah wore a white silk slip dress she had impulsively bought earlier that day, and Mikha, in her usual understated yet ridiculously attractive way, had on a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and black slacks.
Jho, Gwen, Colet, Maloi, Stacey, and Sheena were their witnesses, all equally tipsy and equally emotional. Gwen cried first. Colet tried to act unimpressed but was very obviously recording the entire thing. Maloi and Stacey were cheering too loudly, and Sheena kept saying, "Tangina, ang cute n'yo," over and over.
