A/N Dang it's been a while since I updated this story ;( Well, I got inspired to write again, so…let's go!

Also, Zammie wedding will be the last chapter :p If anyone wants to see an engagement for them, tell me in the reviews, and I'll write a separate one-shot.

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The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

Taylor Swift (Enchanted)

Liz PoV

"Macey, how does this dress go!? It shouldn't be scientifically possible to squeeze into a dress this small!" I exclaimed, trying to fix the position my wedding dress was in.

"Liz," said Macey calmly, walking over to me, adjusting my straps, "All you had to do was adjust this strap, and twist it around a little."

I blushed. "Oh! I knew that!" I said, kind of ashamed, that with all the genius I was lucky to posses, I couldn't figure out how to put on my wedding dress.

"What if the wedding goes wrong? What if there's a terrorist attack, or what if the church burns down? What if one of us has a heart attack, or what if someone doesn't approve of our marriage and speaks up in front of the priest!?" I was panicking at that point, because the odds, although not too high, were still up there.

"Lizzie," said Cammie, who was trying to fix her hair, "What are the odds of anything bad happening?"

"Ninety-seven to one," I responded immediately, "Given the factors of people's health conditions, and any medical conditions that run in the family, and the location of this wedding, as well as the neighborhood statistics of violence, as well as the professions of some of the guests, the odds are up there." By the time I had finished saying all that, I was almost out of breath.

"Lizzie, there won't be ninety-seven people at this wedding. It's only, what, sixty people?" said Bex, who was examining her complexion in the vanity mirror of the room we were in, makeup brush in her mouth.

"It's 68 people," said Macey calmly, who was helping Cammie fix her hair, seeing as Cammie had a tendency to be, shall we say, styling-challenged. Seeing the look on my, Bex and Cammie's faces, she added, "Of course I know, I planned this whole wedding."

How could I forget? Macey had been the first of us to get married, so she was the only one who wore a marriage ring on her finger. In around half an hour, I would be wearing a ring like that, too, I thought, shivering a little.

"Lizzie, come here, I still need to do a quick touch-up to your makeup," said Macey, sitting me down in a chair, and putting another brush in her mouth while she examined my face.

After a few minutes of, "Liz, look this way," or, "Tilt your head sideways," I was done with my makeup. Although I knew I was getting married, the thought had just started to sink in, and I ended up bursting into tears.

"You guys! I'm getting married!" I said, sobbing a little.

"Thank god I bought some waterproof makeup," said Macey, but then she wiped a tear from my eye, saying, "Lizzie, we know. You're 23, more than old enough to get married."

After a few minutes of crying, and "I love you,"-ing, Cammie stood up, saying, "The music's starting in two minutes."

That's when my heart started beating faster than should be healthy for an adult like me, and I almost shook walking to the church doors, which were closed.

"Don't trip, Lizzie," whispered Bex in my ear, and smiling as Grant came towards Bex and took her arm. Zach was there, too, and Preston. My dad was there, and my flower girl, who Jonas' 12 year old sister, Lily, as well as the ring bearer, my cousin Daniel, who was 10. Ellie was my maid of honor and she would be walking with her boyfriend, Elias, who was also 19.

We heard the music starting, and the doors were opened. Bex and Grant started down the aisle first, both beaming at everyone, and as soon as they were half-way towards the alter, Cammie and Zach went, arm in arm. When Bex and Grant reached the altar, they split, Grant going next to Jonas who looked amazing, and Bex going a little to side of where Ellie would be standing.

As soon as Cammie and Zach reached the middle, my other bridesmaid, and groomsmen, Macey and Preston started walking, Macey smiling her famous politician smile. Following them was Daniel, carrying the ring, and later Lily, tossing her flower petals on the aisle.

Ellie gave me a small smile, and went on, holding Daniel's arm. My father gave me a sad smile, and said, "Let's go, pumpkin."

I was trembling, but I tried to control myself. I remember the breathing techniques I had been taught at Gallagher, with the purpose of controlling my nerves. My father, looking as dashing as ever, started walking me down the aisle.

I looked into Jonas' eyes, and he was beaming. I smiled back at my husband-to-be, and when I reached the end of the aisle, my father gave me another sad smile, kissed my cheek, let me go, and went to stand next to my mother.

I took a deep breath, went up the steps to the altar, and took my place on the other side of Ellie. She squeezed my hand once, but then let go, and turned to look at the priest.

Jonas' deep brown eyes looked into my blue ones, and since I had been trained to notice people's emotions through their eyes, I saw a mixture of fear and happiness, excitement and terrified. I knew, because I felt exactly the same way.

I joined my hands with Jonas', and took a deep breath, as the priest began to speak and I tuned out while he talked about our 'holy union' and things like that. I myself wasn't particularly religious, but my parents' insisted on a traditional Roman Catholic wedding, and so had Jonas' parents.

I tuned back in when the priest turned to Jonas and he began to speak, "I, Jonas Michael Anderson, take you, Elizabeth Jane Sutton, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, and I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

When the priest turned to me, I took a deep breath, steadying my voice to make sure I wouldn't ramble, and began to say, "I, Elizabeth Jane Sutton, take you Jonas Michael Anderson, to be my lawfully wedded husband, and to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us party. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."

My mother was in the front aisle, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, while my father held her hand. The priest turned to Jonas again and asked, "Do you, Jonas Michael Anderson, take Elizabeth Jane Sutton to be your lawfully wedded wife, until death do you part?"

Jonas took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and said, "I do."

The priest turned to me, and said, "Do you, Elizabeth Jane Sutton, take Jonas Michael Anderson, to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?"

All eyes were on me as I took a deep shaky breath and said, "I do."

The priest turned to the audience and said, "Does anyone have anything against this holy union? If so, speak now, or forever hold your peace!"

No one stood up, so the priest turned back to us, and said, "I pronounce you both husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

And Jonas gave me a huge grin as he stepped toward me and kissed me, among the cheers and claps of everyone in the room as they stood up in unison. His kiss was long, and slow, and safe, and I let it sink in. I was married now.

After we broke apart, the rest of our wedding party came up to us, and I heard Grant whisper to Jonas, "You're getting laid tonight, man."

I just gave a bright red blush as Macey smirked at me, and glanced at the ring on my finger.

A/N Hope you enjoyed this one! This one was pretty easy to write, seeing as it's Liz, and Liz is the character I relate the most to, hahaha

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