The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

L is for Lucky Number 7.

A.N: Hey my loves, this is the last part of Diary of a Serial Dater. I really enjoyed creating this series, and from your comments and votes, I can tell you enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you so much for all your love, support and reads. I love you all ❤️❤️.

The wedding march played as I walked down the altar towards the man at the front. I had to control the tears of joy that filled my eyes as I got closer and closer to where he stood, smiling at me as though I was the most beautiful creature he had even seen.

This was my happy day, and I wasn't going to let tears ruin my makeup.

He was waiting for my at the altar, with the priest standing behind him, slowly stretching out his hand to hold me.

My soon to be husband.
My Yuta.

As I walked down that aisle, I regretted nothing. From Bambam to Wooseok that almost ruined my walls, and from Felix to ChengCheng and to cheating Taeyong. They all led me to this amazing man that stood in front of me and held my hands so tenderly, my Yuta.

They had all brought me here, and had gotten me ready for this moment. I was going to cherish him with the entirety of my being.

I was miserable without Yuta, and I could see that he was too. We had remained friends as promised but it just felt wrong. Sometimes, we had to stand at a distance when we spoke to each other to avoid jumping on each other from how much we missed the other's touch.

I couldn't deal with it anymore, no, I couldn't breathe. I needed Yuta back in life. No one had ever made me as happy as he did, and I was more than foolish to let him go. Perhaps I felt I was undeserving of his love because I had never had a man truly love me the way he did, and when I finally experienced it, it felt overwhelming and this feeling of unworthiness washed over me and I rejected it.

But like he said, I deserved to be loved and cared for like any other human being. My past didn't make me less of a person, in fact, all that I had put myself through had thought me how to respect and truly love myself.

I was going to do it.
And I hoped the result was going to be something to smile about.

I saved up for five months and purchased a ring, one that looked almost as beautiful as the one he proposed to me with, but a more masculine version.

I must have looked silly with how many times I practiced in front of the mirror in my bathroom. If this didn't work, I was going to be sad forever, I could foresee it.

After mustering up enough courage, I knocked on Yuta's apartment door and stood with my arms behind my back and looked at the ground, waiting for him to answer.

"Yes? Oh, hi Rita." He said with a smile and I smiled back.

Swiftly, I got on one knee and his eyes widened.

"Yuta, I don't know if I'm too late or you have fallen out of love with me but, I know there'll be rough times, and at some point, one or the both of us is going to want to get out of this thing. But I guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because deep down, I know that you're the only one for me. So, do you still want to marry me?" I asked looking straight into his surprised eyes.

He soon broke out into a deep set smile and feel on his knees in front of me before engulfing me in his hands.

Soon, our lips on each other's in a passionate kiss as his hands held my back gently. Kissing him felt so right, so perfect. It felt like life, and if I couldn't have him, I may just perish.

"I never stopped loving you, Rita. And yes, I want more than anything to be your husband." He said, our foreheads touching and I kissed him again.

"Do you Rita Evans take Yuta Nakamoto to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked me.

"Yes, I do." I replied, not taking my eyes off Yuta's face.

"Do you Yuta Nakamoto take Rita Evans to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He asked Yuta.

"I do." He replied holding my hands in his.

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr Nakamoto, you may now kiss your bride." The priest said and Yuta grabbed my waist and pulled me close to himself as he placed his lips on mine in a soft and sweet kiss.

The crowd erupted in cheers as we shared our first kiss as a married couple.

I loved him.

I loved my Yuta.

He was my seventh chance at love.

He was my lucky number seven.