8 Years Later ✔️

Prologue

Chloe was currently stood in the small hotel room where she had been getting ready for the past couple of hours. She had her dress on and was staring at her reflection in the full length mirror, looking over the dress, her makeup and hair. She smiled, before biting down on her lip, feeling the tears starting to brim as she'd feel the excitement of knowing that her wedding day was finally here and she was about to start the rest of her life with Beca.

"I swear I just had about 5 people telling me about Beca's single being on the radio", Chloe's Mom giggled as she walked into the room carrying a box of flowers. Placing the box down on a small table for the bridesmaids to pick from she then walked over to her daughter, holding the small bouquet of white roses for her to walk down the aisle with. "You look beautiful darlin'", she'd smile and pull Chloe in for a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you Mom", Chloe would try and hold back the tears once again, that she could feel brimming in her eyes, in fear of ruining her makeup. They'd both turn around at the sound of someone knocking on the door and then stepping in to the room. "Wow, don't you boys look handsome?", she smiled at Luke, Jesse and Bumper who were all dressed up in their tuxedos.

"Uhh.. Bree can I speak to you for a second?", Jesse tried to smile casually at Aubrey, while avoiding the confused look he was receiving from his mother and sister, the latter both starting to become more nervous.

"Yeah, sure", the blonde would hand her small bouquet to Stacie who was stood next to her before moving and following her boyfriend out of the room, into the hallway.

"What's going on?", Chloe would mumble as she'd watch the couple talking outside of the room, then looking up at Luke who had walked over to her. "Luke, is everything okay?"

"Chloe", Aubrey interrupted Luke, not giving the best man a chance to reply, as she walked back in to the room with Jesse stood behind her. "It's Beca"

"W-What? What's happened? Is she okay?", Chloe would start to panic, imaging the worst possible things that could have happened to her fiancée.

"She's.. She's gone", Jesse sighed, glancing at the floor for a second before looking back up at his tearful sister stood in front of him, with her hands covering her mouth and tears starting to o stream down her face, causing her makeup to run. "Beca left", he'd clench his fist and would feel his jaw clench tighter as he'd watch his sister break down in front of him, her bridesmaids rushing around to comfort her.