Hi, I know it's been ages since I've updated this story. If I'm being honest I haven't been doing so well, this pandemic has taken a serious toll on my mental health and I am afraid to really reach out so I've been quietly just trying to survive. Anyway, I figured I should at least give this story an ending. I will be writing a new story but it will be based on my own original characters and I really hope those who've waited patiently for the end of this fanfic, stick with me and give my new book a chance. So without any further ado.

Chloe's POV -

The rows of seats were composed of family, friends and a range of people that lead us to where we are now. I stood at the altar, the hem of my white ball gown gently brushing against the floor. Half of the Bellas stood behind in white suits and dresses while the other half wore matching outfits but in black. There was no roof, no bound or limit, which allowed the stars to watch. They twinkled and gleamed with the hope and joy of children, but they also shone with a wisdom beyond our understanding. Flowers cascaded from little metallic pots, some gripping the walls made of square bushes.

The music began to play, the violins whispered and kissed our ears. the guitars asked our hearts to dance. The pianos serenaded our souls, and then the doors opened. Down the isle, there she stood. In all her flaws and all her beauty. Petit like a mouse, but fiesty as a fire. My fiesty mouse.

She glided across the floor. Our eyes locked, her beautiful eyes, the ones that could see through my fears and doubts. The eyes that knew me better than I knew myself. With each step she took I could feel my eyes swelling with tears of joy. She placed her hand in mine, and stood in front of me. The priest spoke, but neither of us were truly listening for we were enchanted by the other, just like the day we first met. Left utterly breathless.

"Do you, take Chloe-"

"Yes. I mean I do." She interrupted the priest before he could continue which sparked the audience into a fit of laughter.

"And do you, take Becca-"

"I do"

" You may now kiss the bride."

She leaned in, her warm breath just brushing against my lips. Just before they met in the middle and I swept her in my arms, she whispered so only I could here the next part.

"This. This is what I wished for. "

The end .