And the moment you've been waiting for...!


The halls were decorated with elegant tapestries of emerald green and little candles. The windows were all unveiled, letting in crystal sunlight. Meilin was walking around, improving everything, telling what she wanted, and of course, being the boss. She wanted everything to be perfect.

She had always dreamed of wearing a cream-colored dress at her wedding, and when she was a child, she thought that she would like to have her wedding inside of her house. She thought she would marry a prestige, handsome, prince-like man.

So, the wedding was being held inside her old house in Zhong, but she was marrying a goofball.

Meilin was helping Abeke arrange the dove white lilies when they heard grunting and struggling. They turned around to see Conor wheeling in a huge old cannon. It seemed difficult to push through the doors.

"Oh, Conor," Abeke sighed, rushing to aid her boyfriend. Meilin nearly screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A CANNON?!" she demanded harshly.

"Your soon-to-be husband wanted confetti," Conor said innocently. "Where is he?" Meilin asked.

"I saw him outside a few minutes ago. I knew this would be a bad idea, he had a glint in his eye," Conor muttered. "Where did you even get the cannon?" she facepalmed.

"I guess Rollan knows people who owe him favors," Conor shrugged.

"Who would let that idiot have a cannon?" Meilin exhaled loudly.

"I don't know. Maybe they owe him a lot of favors."

"Get out," Meilin shouted, pointing at the door.

"Wait, you mean the cannon or Conor?" Abeke asked cautiously. "BOTH!" Meilin exclaimed.

Conor held up his hands. "Hey, I am just following orders, but next time I'm sending Briggan, and he's helping."

"Just go," Meilin groaned.

Conor turned around and attempted to push the cannon back out the doors. Abeke laughed and turned, saying, "He's so cute, I don't understand why you're always mean to him!"

"You're too soft on boys," Meilin scoffed.

"It's stuck!" Conor yelled drawing the girls' attention back to him. "OHHH MYYYY-" Meilin screeched. Conor turned back to her and paled. "Can I get some help?" he asked sheepishly. Abeke moved to help him, and Meilin karate-chopped her arm. "Let me give him some "help"!"

Conor turned and sprinted in the other direction, deciding not to push the cannon at the moment.

"Tell Rollan I'll be waiting for him!" Meilin hollered after him, before huffing and grumbling to herself. She and Abeke attempted to fit the cannon back through the doors.

After two hours of trying, Meilin had the cannon put into a corner since inside the building was the only direction it seemed to move in. So, there was an awkward, ugly confetti cannon in the corner of her once picturesque wedding scene. She tried to cover it with a tarp. Meilin kept muttering the whole time about how Rollan had better give her a good honeymoon, or he would dearly pay. She needed a nap, but the preparations weren't complete.

The wedding would be tomorrow. Everything still had to be perfect, even though the boys had ruined a small part of it. It took nearly the rest of the day to finish, but finally, the house was dazzling and right up to her expectations. She breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back to look at everything. It practically sparkled.

The candles were lit, and they were casting a soft shimmery glow over everything. She was finally satisfied.

But it was too quiet. She hadn't seen Rollan since this morning, and frankly, that was kind of concerning. She wondered if he had wandered off into a ditch somewhere when suddenly, she felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her from behind into a tight embrace.

"Did you call me, princess?" Rollan smirked. "No," she said, for some reason very calm about this. "I was just concerned." She turned her head a bit so she could get a glimpse of his face.

"Well, I am here to make all of your troubles go away. I did what you wanted," Rollan explained.

"Oh yeah! Where's Conor?" Abeke crossed her arms.

"Helping out the groom," Rollan said. Meilin narrowed her eyes and started to claw her way out of the hug, but he only held on tighter. "LET ME GO YOU DEMON!"

"So does that mean we're Mr. and Mrs. Demon now?"

"Not yet. I could still technically cancel the wedding any time!"

He pouted at her. "You can't. I already ordered the band…. And yes, the band that you like. Other Survivors."

"Well that is the only good thing you have done today," Meilin said pompously.

"I've been working hard all day," Rollan defended himself. "I had to order a ton of food! I told the cake guy it was for a wedding, but they messed it up and made it for a baby shower! I had to wait forever for them to fix it."

"Yeah, thanks to you, we have a random cannon in here," Meilin pointed.

"Great work, Conor," he muttered so softly. "I mean, what a shame, oh well!"

"Remember, you have to deal with him for the rest of your life," Abeke whispered.

"I know, but someone has to do it," Meilin rolled her eyes

"Now if you excuse me, ladies, I am still a free man, and there's a party I need to show up for," Rollan smiled, kissing her on the cheek and heading out.

"Bye, sweetie!" she called after him, then muttered, "I wish you had fallen in a ditch."

"I HEARD THAT!"

"Like I said, plenty of fish in the sea…" Meilin trailed off.

"But none of them are nearly as handsome as me," Rollan said back with a grin as he threw open the doors.

"Eh, I don't about that," Meilin said, but she was smiling a little.

"You guys act like you're already married," Abeke commented as the doors slammed shut. "I'll tell him I love him tomorrow. Right now, not really," Meilin shrugged.

Rollan could barely sleep that night. He knew he would be getting married for a while, but he never thought the day would come so soon. Plus, he was marrying his lifelong crush a.k.a the most beautiful girl in the world a.k.a Meilin.

The hotel was quiet, but how could anyone sleep at a time like this? Conor was drooling and hugging his pillow, muttering romantic things about Abeke and watermelon, which Rollan had promised would be at the wedding.

He also was going to have a table of cheeseballs, despite Meilin's very obvious threats.

When morning came, he was so nervous that he started to prank. He liked to play practical jokes when he got sensitive, ok? The only other person in the room was Conor, though, but at least he was an easier target than most.

Conor woke up just in time to feel Rollan drawing a black mustache on his face. "Rollan, why?" he didn't even fight it. "I get nervous, okay?" Rollan yelled, finishing the little curls at the end.

"You better hope this comes off by the wedding," Conor said.

"It's not too bad. It complements your face," Rollan said at his work.

"All right, well, you are sweating through your shirt. Go take a shower," Connor responded.

"It's not that noticeable," Rollan looked down. It was extremely noticeable. "Dang it."

Meilin looked in the mirror. Her hair was done up in a fashionable princess style in black velvet curls. She had earrings of diamond, and a necklace with a silver pendant that made her eyes stand out. Her gown was long and flouncy, and fluffed into cream colored waves.

Abeke smiled. "Are you nervous?"

"Nah, I'm marrying Rollan... of course I am!" Meilin said.

"The music is starting, let's go," Abeke said. "Olvan is going to walk you down the aisle."

"I can't believe I am doing this," Meilin breathed. "I hope I can shape him up."

"Good luck," Abeke said, and helped her with the dress. Meilin felt her heart start pounding. It was more out of anticipation than nerves. "I'd rather be fighting and then getting married, is this normal?"

"No, I think you're enjoying yourself," Abeke opened the doors. Meilin blushed and started to walk. Olvan took her arm. All eyes were on her. Her eyes were only on Rollan's - after she took a quick look around to make sure that Rollan hadn't done something insane while she was in there.

She ascended the steps and faced him. He was doing very well at hiding how nervous he was, but she knew he was by that single drop of sweat. The pastor started to read something, but neither of them were paying attention, as it is.

"Do you, Meilin, take Rollan to be your lawfully wedded husband, 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 you part?"

"Yes, I do," she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

"Do you, Rollan, take Meilin to be your lawfully wedded wife, 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 you part?"

"I do," he said firmly, and he sounded very sure of it.

"By the power invested in me, you may now kiss the bride."

Their lips connected softly and sweetly.

The crowd gushed at them, and cheered loudly. Rollan's mother shouted from the crowed, "THAT'S MY SON!" Conor reached out his hand to Olvan. Olvan sighed, placing five dollars in his hands.

As Rollan was stepping down from the stage, he turned and made his way towards the tarp-covered cannon. "Rollan, where are you - Rollan. ROLLAN, NO!" It was too late. He pulled the string, and confetti paper blasted all over the room. Everyone jumped in surprise and began laughing. Meilin's face was as red as a tomato.

"Are you kidding me?!" she seethed. He just kissed her again.

A servant came up with silver plate that was covered. "Cheese balls, Lady Meilin?" he asked, and then opened the cover. Meilin was livid at the sight of the bright orange snack. Rollan was snickering next to her, obviously having planned all of this.

"I am going to kill him!" Meilin shouted, and ran after Rollan out the door.

The guest were shocked that Meilin could run in a dress. She was hot on his tail. It would be in tomorrow's newspaper. Not waiting for them, the guests, including Conor, Abeke, and Olvan, had their own party, enjoying the food and the confetti.

"Wouldn't you like a wedding someday?" Abeke asked coyly.

"Yeah," Conor smiled and held her hand. "Wanna dance?"

"Sure."

...

The married couple finally stopped in the nearby park, out of breath. "We just ditched our own wedding," she sighed. "Hey, you're the one that started chasing me," Rollan said. "True." She paused. "Let's go back and get cake."

"Good plan."