Mystic Messenger: Losing the Script (Zen x OC)

Chapter 18: A Happy Ending...For Now

Several months later...

Zen rarely felt nervous anymore while being onstage, but as he stared out at the crowd before him, he couldn't stop anxiously fidgeting with his clothes as he struggled to calm his racing heart.

"Deep breaths, Zen. Everything's going to be fine." Jaehee cooed as she fixed his tie for him.

"I know that but I still feel nervous." Zen whispered as he fussed with his ponytail, pulling it over his shoulder then tossing it back when he decided he didn't like it there.

"Just keep your eyes on Amy. Do that and you'll be fine. Besides, she's the only thing that really matters in this, right?"

"R-Right. You're very right. Thank you, Jaehee. I don't know what I would do without you."

"There's no need to thank me. I better go join the girls in back now. Good luck!" Jaehee smiled before scurrying off just before the organ started to play.

As music filled the large room, Zen and the others present all turned their eyes to watch procession, chuckling as the flower girls spastically hurled flower petals into the air and smiling as the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked arm in arm down the aisle. After the maid of honor and best man, which surprisingly were Yoosung and Emma again, made their way onstage, the music changed and everyone rose to their feet as the doors at the back of the room swung open again. Zen's heart fluttered with excitement as he beheld his one and only love gliding down the aisle on the arm of her stepfather, a broad smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes that put all other women to shame. His chest swelled with such pride that he drank in the sight of her, from the elegant tiara sparkling amongst the flowing curls in her hair to the way her dress hugged her curves before flaring outwards to create a fluffy skirt, the essential piece to any princess gown. As they locked eyes, Zen could practically feel the chapel around them melting away, revealing a large castle made of gleaming white stone and filled with smell of roses and books. Grinning so widely that his cheeks hurt, Zen extended his hand toward his bride and swooped her into his arms, resting his forehead against hers as he lost himself in her eyes.

"You ready?" he whispered, the droning of the preacher no more than background noise to him as he gazed at her with undeniable affection.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Amy replied with a sheepish shrug as she squeezed his hands tight.

"And do you, Hyun Ryu, take Amethyst Hall to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in good times and bad times, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Amethyst Hall, take Hyundai Ryu to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in good times and bad times, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the-"

Zen couldn't hold himself back any longer and greedily captured Amethyst's lips with his own before the preacher had finished, cheers and applause ringing in his ears. Amethyst eagerly kissed back, her fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck as he picked her up by her waist. Breaking the kiss, Zen flashed his now wife a devious grin and spun her around in the air, causing her to squeal, before taking her hand and guiding her back down the aisle as the two of them laughed like idiots. After they darted through the main room's doors, however, the couple paused for a moment and stared at the next set of doors, the doors leading to the outside world. They could already hear the clamoring of the paparazzi as they waited to catch a glimpse of the newly weds and the babbling of newscasters who had all gathered to broadcast the occasion. Sighing, Zen shot his bride a loving glance and pulled her a little closer.