Don't Fight It.

Chapter Sixty-Nine Part One

Okay so I want to say that this chapter was very hard to write and I'm sorry if it's a disappointment for some of y'all but I really tried to make it as realistic as I could.

Chapter 69 Part 1:

Ali's dress was simple yet elegant. It was a strapless, sweetheart style that was form fitting throughout her torso with a silvery, bejeweled belt wrapped around slightly above her belly button then the fabric began to flow out in more of an A line fit towards the bottom. The top was pretty plain with very little beading but the bottom was filled with beading and small jewels that really made it sparkle under the lights. Her hair was in loose curls and on one side, she wore her mother's sparkly barrette that was in the shape of a flower and has been in the family for centuries. The necklace Ashlyn gave her for their one year hangs loosely around her neck and she turned to take a final look at herself in the mirror.

"You look beautiful," her mom said standing behind her.

"Thanks," Ali replied with a teary smile while turning around, "great I'm crying before I even walk down the aisle."

Her mom let out a small laugh and gently wiped away the tears, "Ashlyn is going to die when she sees you, hunny. This is the day you've been wanting since you first met her."

"I know," she started but a knock came at the door, "come in."

The door swung open and appeared her dad dressed in his suit, "Wow, Alex, you look beautiful."

"Thanks dad, you don't look bad yourself," Ali joked trying to focus on everything else besides the wedding.

"Had to make myself look acceptable since I'm walking you down the aisle which is the reason I came in here. It's almost time."

Ali's mom kissed her on the cheek one last time before wishing her farewell and heading outside to the ceremony space.

"You ready, sweetie?" Her dad asked offering his arm.

"Yeah I am."

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Ashlyn was wearing black pants that were a tighter fit with a black vest over a white button up that she had the sleeves rolled up to her biceps with a skinny, dark red tie and her was loosely down sprawled across her shoulders.

"Do you have the rings?" Ashlyn asked frantically.

Kyle just groaned, "Yes you've asked me this about a hundred times in the last ten minutes. Why are you so nervous?"

"Oh cause I don't know. I'm marrying the love of my life and I don't want to fuck it up!" Ashlyn said harshly but immediately regretting it, "Sorry, I just want everything to go right."

"It's alright, I would be nervous too. But remember she already loves you so it's not like you have to prove anything today." Kyle said reassuring her.

She took a deep breathe and began unrolling her sleeves, "Thanks, Kyle. Now hand me my jacket please."

Kyle handed her the black suit jacket with a matching red handkerchief sticking out of the chest pocket and she slipped it on before doing a full turn in front of the mirror.

"You look great, Ash. I think your suit and Ali's dress look good together. You ready?"

"Yeah let's go."

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The ceremony was being held at the Georgetown waterfront on a pier that overlooked the Pontiac River. The wood panels were covered with about a three foot wide white sheet to make an aisle and dark rose pedals were scattered along the entire thing. White chairs stood on either side of it with giant silver bows tied around the backs of them and red ribbon was strung from the last chairs of every row parallel to the aisle. There was no alter as both couple agreed that they wanted the background to just be the water. As it neared six, the sun began to set and the guests began to arrive.