Epilogue

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Just a few years later . . . 

I inhaled a deep, sharp breath, and bit down on my bottom lip, just a little too hard. I really, really hope it didn't draw any blood, that wouldn't really ease my stress levels. 

My feet hopped back and fourth, sharing the weight of my body -but really, it was probably just because of the nerves.

Suddenly, without any warning, (that I had noticed anyway) the familiar music started playing, making my heart beat even faster. Not that that was humanly possible.

I watched, holding my breath unknowingly, as the two little girls and two of Eva's closest friends walked towards me, in perfectly matching white dresses.

Then, it was the moment I had so desperately been waiting for. The huge timber doors re-opened, and the love of my life began delicately walking down the isle, her arm looped with her father's.

It seemed like she was walking on clouds, and as slowly as a snail. Although, she probably was walking rather speedily, considering the pearly heels.

Finally she reached me, a huge smile etched onto her lips, brightening up her whole face. Make up been plastered preciously onto her face, but even without it, she was a princess to me. I took her hands in mine, and gave them a reassuring squeeze. She rewarded me with a flawless grin.

All I could hear was the muffled voice of the priest, and occasional sniffles from the people sitting in the endless rows of seats. But, I just couldn't take my eyes off her. My soon to be wife.

I stumbled through all I needed to say, and listened to the angelic, yet emotional voice Eva retained. I hardly remember the 'I do's,' and yet, the way she stumbled over the two short words is forever scripted in my mind.

"And now, you may kiss the bride." The priest tells us, in a confident, monotone voice.

I place my hands on Eva's waste and pull her close to me, joining my lips to hers. I faintly hear the cheers from the crowd, but the most prominent thought in my mind was the distinctive taste of vanilla.

(A/N

Because I can :D)

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