Serendipity // Camren

Chapter 51

The wedding photographer, an older man with over-gelled salt-and-pepper hair and wireframe glasses, smiled as he checked the screen of his camera to look over the last half-dozen or so pictures he'd taken. He was pleased to see that each and everyone was perfect and his smile grew wider as he looked up at the women he'd been photographing for the last forty-five minutes. He'd been in the business for a long time, and never before had he covered an event where members of the bridal party were celebrities on the level of Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello. Some D-List people, sure, but Camila was Broadway royalty and Lauren was the biggest rising star in Hollywood at the moment. He was, plainly put, star-struck.

"Alright, that's it for the group pictures," he said, and he glanced back down at his camera as Normani, Dinah, Lauren, Camila all relaxed. Lord Tubbington had been crated and taken back to the hotel already to wreak havoc on Gordon and Milika's unsuspecting hotel room.

Normani sighed with relief and absently rubbed her belly. She hadn't eaten since breakfast with Lauren earlier that morning. "Awesome. I'm starving."

"Is there anything else you'd like to do before we head over to the reception?" They had done the typical pictures of the brides and their families, and then them with their wedding parties; and there had even been one set of pictures with Lauren, Normani, and Dinah striking the famous Charlie's Angels pose. He hadn't understood a word of what they were saying when they called themselves the Unholy Trinity, but he had to admit as he flipped through those particular shots that they had turned out incredibly well.

As it wasn't her own wedding, Lauren smiled politely at the man as she cut in front of him to get to Camila. She didn't care what pictures were taken, whatever Normani and Dinah wanted was good enough for her. She smiled down at Camila as she pulled her in close and she couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her softly. "Hey, beautiful."

"Hey yourself," Camila murmured, smiling into the kiss and giggling as Lauren began nibbling on her lower lip.

Normani watched Lauren and Camila together and couldn't help smiling at her friend's happiness. There had been a time, a very long, drawn-out time, that she had seriously doubted that she would ever see Lauren so at peace with herself and the world. And, as she watched the couple steal a few kisses, she nodded slightly to herself as she came up with an idea for one more set of pictures. "Why don't you get a few non-creepy-stalker-paparazzi pics of Laur and Cabello."

"I can certainly do that," the photographer answered quickly, and he thankfully failed to notice the way Normani rolled her eyes at his eagerness. Normani, however, didn't speak up or say anything about it because she'd already made him sign an airtight nondisclosure and confidentiality agreement.

Lauren looked over at her friend and arched a brow questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

"You guys need some good pictures of the two of you," Normani explained. "All the ones you have are either candids or else paparazzi shots that have been smeared all over the internet and wherever. He's here, you're both looking somewhat presentable, let him take your damn picture."

Camila smiled at Normani and leaned into Lauren so that her head was resting on the woman's shoulder. "I think that sounds lovely, actually," she said. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Normani replied, giving the Broadway star a genuine smile. "Just keep taking care of my girl Laur, and we'll call it even."

The Broadway star beamed and pulled back to look into her girlfriend's green eyes. "Deal."

"Excellent!" The photographer said, licking his lips nervously as he approached the couple. "Are there any poses you'd like to do?"

Lauren shrugged and brushed a soft kiss across Camila's forehead. "Whatever you think will look good," she said.