My Heart (Was Right About You)

Chapter 11: Finale Pt. 2

"Showtime." Alie stood by the entrance to the courtyard, where the guests had filed into the many rows.

Ornate bouquets and flower arrangements lined every corner, stretching up the warm, golden light of the sun just above.

The sea breeze tousled hair and gave a relaxing chill to those seated, awaiting the ceremony to begin.

The music was indiscernible, barely noticed over the whispers and giggles of the guests.

In the front row, Abby was facing Clarke, standing at the head of the aisle.

She was absolutely breathtaking. Her golden hair reflected every glint of sunlight, her painted lips pulled back in a little smile.

She looked giddy, blissful.

Abby hadn't ever really imagined how Clarke would feel on her wedding day. Selfishly, parents seemed to think more about themselves, or daydreaming the futures of their children. Truthfully, Abby had always thought it'd be Bellamy Blake.

It just made sense, she supposed.

Childhood friends, family friends growing up, a compatible likability about the both of them.

But Clarke had insisted that it simply wasn't the case.

And now?

Now, Clarke was standing at the aisle, in the gown of her dreams, at the wedding of her dreams, marrying the woman of her dreams.

And Abby was thrilled to report that she was happier than she ever thought she could be.

"You're smiling." Abby spoke in a hushed tone, glancing at Clarke with starry eyes.

"I'm getting married." Clarke whispered back, a little grin on her features.

"...When?" Abby cocked a brow.

Clarke glanced back at the spot where Raven and Anya were supposed to be, and then shrugged.

"O?" Clarke turned, glancing at Octavia.

"Yeah?" Octavia leaned forward.

"Where are Raven and Anya?"

"...Probably fucking in their suite."

"O?"

"Yeah?"

"Seriously."

"...I don't know. I told them to set Fish up, hand him off to Alie, and get their asses over here."

"...That's comforting." Clarke licked her lips.

Octavia shook her head. "Still happy you chose Rae as your maid of honor?"

Clarke wore an amused look.

"O?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's my fiancee?"

A couple of knocks at the door of Lexa's suite sounded.

Slowly, she rose to open it.

Her gown flowed behind her, gracefully. Her hair up angelically.

She took a deep breath, and then unlocked the door, eyes widening a little at who was on the other side.

Jake Griffin smiled at her, completely in awe of his daughter-in-law.

Lexa gave him a watery sort of smile, and Jake noticed.

"Lexa, you look amazing. You mind if I step inside for a moment, kiddo?" Jake asked politely.