The Perfect Posse

Epilogue.

Third Person POV.

Three Years Later.

The corner of Brianna's lips tugged upwards when she looked at herself in the mirror. The satin gown that touched the floor, perfectly hugged all of her curves. Brianna had never been so happy and content with her life before. Something about visiting her hometown affected her.

"Does this tie look okay?" Blake questioned, standing in front of the second mirror that was placed right next to the one Brianna was watching her reflection in.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his nervousness, but still held herself back from saying something sassy. "It looks okay, Blake. You know what? It looks more than okay. Good job."

Brianna continued to look at her best friend's boyfriend as he walked towards one of the chairs and wore his cream colored blazer on top of the plain white shirt. The blazer matched the pants and the color chosen for the outfit suited Blake's skin tone.

"Can you do me a favor and check up on Valerie?" He asked, straightening his tie and removing creases from the blazer.

Brianna nodded and exited the air conditioned room. As she walked, she grabbed one of the champagne glasses that were being served and took a large sip of it. The hallway was filled with bridesmaids chatting and giggling. They were all excited for the wedding. Not because it was a happy occasion for two people coming together and announcing their love for each other, but because of the meaningless wedding sex and hot gossip.

The brunette came to a halt when she saw the sign that said Bride's Room and turned the doorknob. Upon entering the chaotic room, Brianna immediately missed the freedom she had a second ago. There were only three people inside, four counting Brianna, but the havoc that they had created was astronomical. The chairs were filled with unattended purses and clutches and the sofa with accessories and make-up boxes. Even the little drawer attached to the mirror was spoiled with dripping nail polish.

"Somebody help me with the veil," the bride grunted in frustration, adjusting her wedding gown aggressively. Brianna emptied the champagne glass, put it in a corner and rushed to tend to the beautiful bride and grabbed the veil, holding it up to the messy bun and attaching it with pins.

She later folded the veil from beneath to make sure nobody tripped and fell on it. Once she was done, she gave a little nudge to Kelly, gesturing to look in the sparkling glass.

It was true. The uptight and cold detective was getting married today. Upon returning back to the city, as promised, Kelly took Gigi on a date. It was safe to say that the entire time they were together, things were awkward. But, somehow, Kelly had managed to make the blonde fall for her and give her a chance.

After that, the struggle of maintaining the relationship began. They even broke up once. But, the feelings they had for each other brought them together again. Since the day they were reunited again, both of them put in their best efforts and lived happily.

"I am sorry for my outburst," Kelly apologised. "Today is a really important day for me and I just don't want to ruin it, you know? This is the perfect opportunity for all of the people I upset, put behind the bars or wronged in some way to get their revenge and I really don't want this wedding to end in a bloodbath.

"I understand your concern, Kells," A familiar voice spoke. Brianna gave a knowing smile as she turned around to see her best friend. "But, as you said, it is an important day for you and instead of spending it in worry, be happy. We have tight security and all of your collegues have arrived with their weapon, ready for danger. Plus, do I have to remind you that Blake is your Best Man?"