candles and cotton | b.h

epilogue.

hi, tis i. just a heads up i'm going to be describing outfits in this. i just really want to and ik some of you don't like it, i'm sorry ):

really long! 1000+ words
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"i'm going to start crying again."

"don't worry, y/n. you'll be perfectly fine, in another hour or two, you'll be mrs jones."

i sighed, holding my head in my hands as rosie grabbed my forearm gently, "y/n, trust me. you'll be fine, nothing's going to go wrong."

i nodded, tilting my head up and looking at myself in the hairdresser's mirror.

"you're a very pretty bride, miss."

i smiled at her through the glass, "t.. thank you."

she finished the last part and smiled, "good luck, i hope you're happy."

"oh, i will be, i-i mean! my fiance is nice! oh god-"

she and rosie laughed, i bit my lip lightly out of embarrassment.

i paid the hairdresser and walked out of the building, rosie already had her long brown hair in a curly bun, but hadn't changed into her actual outfit, she wore a plaid shirt and white vest, and a worn jeans.

i sighed, "let's do this bitch. i'm marrying the fucker of my life soon."

rosie laughed and we walked the short way to the make-up artist, a happy girl by the name of molly hemmings.

"hello miss, you're the wedding party i presume?"

i nodded, i had two bridesmaids, rosie, and my sister, lola. she already had all her hair and makeup done and was at my apartment, getting things ready.
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"oh my god y/n. you look amazing."

i smiled, dusting non-existent dust from my ivory dress. it was off the shoulder, floor length and was pretty simple.

"i'm going to puke. where's mom?"

lola shrugged, she and rosie donned identical royal blue knee-lenght dresses with a lace front.

i gulped, walking out of ben and i's shared bedroom. my shoes made soft noises across the wood.

ben moved out of his apartment and into mine, once joe moved out and he and rosie bought a small house not too far.

joe's bedroom was now a spare room, or, as i hoped, a.. new arrival's room. but for now, it was just called 'joe's room'.

"y/n. oh my god, you look so beautiful!"

i smiled, rushed over and bent down and hugged my step-father, "thank you, roger!"

my mother walked in his wake, pushing his wheelchair, though he complained not to.

"y/n, baby. i-i just.. i love you. you look so beautiful."

tears threatened to spill as i hugged my mother tight, it was a rare opportunity to see her.

"i love you too, mom. it's so great to see you."

i've never seen my apartment so full, flowers decorated every available space and the photographer that just finished her shoot was packing away her cameras.