One Day || book two.

20 ~ I love you, and that's all I really know.

Chapter 20.

“What do you mean that they’re not there?” Stef shrieked as she hurled the box into the living room ceasing all conversation that had been happening while Stef and Sarah were looking for the rings. Cass, Izzy, Emma, Jorjia and Wardy all sat in the stunned silence as Stef stomped in to retrieve the box with a relaxed looking Sarah behind her.

“I mean that they’re not in the box. I can assure you that they will be found though.” Sarah explained calmly.

“Maybe we should all try to help then?” Jorjia suggested and dared to make the first move over to Stef, taking the box from her grasp and setting it on the bench. “Now, where do we start?”

“All over the house I suppose. I can’t think of where else he might have lost them.” Stef answered absently.

The posse all nodded and sprang to their feet in search of the missing ring box. Wardy and Emma were in the bathrooms, Jorjia the kitchen, Izzy two of the bedrooms, Cass the living room, Sarah the remaining bedrooms and Stef the laundry.

Again, Sarah’s phone rang just before lunch: it was Harry. She took the call and he explained that they had in fact found the rings, in the pocket of the jacket that Louis was wearing yesterday. Relief was shared around the group as they all relaxed. “Lunch anybody?” Emma offered, and they all made sandwiches.

*

“Please let me do the make up.” Wardy practically begged Stef while Izzy finished her hair.

Stef shrugged. “If you say so. How long do we have?” She called from the bathroom.

“Ten minutes.” Cass replied. 

Each bridesmaid had their turquoise blue dress on with their hair and make up curled or straightened (respectively). Make up had just finished being applied and shoes were being hobbled around in. In all the hustle and bustle, there was next to no sense between the seven of them all. As they fought for a final glance in the mirror before sloppily applying one last coat of mascara, they all herded themselves out and into the front yard. A sigh of relief was upon them as the photographer stood, snapping the pictures of all of them laughing as they walked across the grass into the street.

Altogether as an entourage they looked kind of intimidating: Stef’s dress being elegant and white as all wedding dresses should, and the other six girls in their dresses, playing the perfect part of bridesmaids. “Wait, wait.” The photographer called, as they all halted in the middle of the road. “This is the perfect photo opp. Three of you on one side, three on the other, try and get the height order right.” He explained as he rushed a few steps in front of them, crouched to his knee and took the photo not a moment after they were in position.

Upon arrival at the ceremony, the flower girl strolled down, and seeing as it was on the beach, flowers seemed to overdo it, so shells had been organised. The five bride slaves went down first, everyone spectating: watching on proudly as they waited for the bride. Jorjia (the maid if honour) went next and then there was a moments pause before Stef walked down the aisle, beaming with pride, cheeks bright pink with joy. And as only Stef would, she’d organised for the girls to all walk down the aisle to Love Story.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said...

"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.

I love you, and that's all I really know.

I talked to your dad – go pick out a white dress

It's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes.'"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

She arrived at the end of the aisle with enough time for Louis to see her for the first time that day, a blushing bride in her white dress. He had love in his eyes, hope in his heart and Stef’s hands in his.