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Epilougue

(Zoe's wedding dress is at the top or on the side if you're on your computer!)

Chapter 30

*Epilogue*

Zoe's Pov.

"I could be your maid of honor."

"You are not going to be my maid of honor! You're a guy!" Mason pouts and leans back into the café's seat.

"Oh just let the man be your maid of honor. It'll shut him up and you have no one else to be your maid of honor anyway." Brandon shrugs his shoulders.

"Plus I'm gay! I'm the most girlies girl of all time!" Brandon raises an eyebrow at him.

"You're gay?" Mason ignores his question and grabs my hand into both of his.

"Please?" I roll my eyes at him. Brandon still looks perplexed as he scratches his head. Alex finally walks up to the table with four chai tea lattes. When he places the cup holder down, he leans down to give Mason a kiss on the lips.

"Just say yes to the guy already. He's really desperate." Alex pulls away from Mason and leans onto the table. Brandon has his mouth wide open.

"We're have I been?!" Brandon throws his hands up into the air.

"In Zoe's ass, now shut up!" Mason turns towards me and gives me the puppy dog eyes.

Alex and Mason were a thing now. Not only did I know this was going to happen, but I totally shipped them.

They totally balanced each other out.

"Fine." I sigh before taking a sip of my latte only to almost spit it back out.

"Fuck that's hot!"

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They say that getting married is really a stressful thing and that usually that's when the bride goes all bridezilla on everyone.

And I totally agree. It was stressful as hell.

Half of the guys were with Damon and the other half of the guys were with me. Since I really had no girls as friends, the boys were with me for the entire day to shop for wedding dresses.

So far I was unaccomplished.

Dress shopping hurt like a motherfucker.

There were so many dresses to choose from and in the end I just felt like no dress would ever be close to my vision. I had high expectations when it came to dresses and if I didn't see something that would make me seem as if I was the only girl in the world on my wedding day, I wouldn't be happy.

And that couldn't happen.

"Zoe! I found a dress that would make me do you!" Mason rushes over to me while holding up a dress that had a swirly floral design on it. The majority of the dress was see-through and it screamed of sex appeal, yet elegance as well.

"Mason I don't say this often, but you actually have good taste." Mason gives me a wink and throws out his hand.

"Thanks girlfriend!" I take the dress out of his hands. The store employee had directed me to a fitting room. She asked me what the occasion was. When I told her that it was for my wedding, she just smiled and said "young love. How adorable."