A/N: This is the last chapter. Thank you for all of the reviews, and I hope you enjoyed the story!

Felicity turned her head to the side, giving Thea better access to weave the last flower into her hair. She smiled as Thea used her hands to straighten her head again.

"So?" Thea sounded nervous, which was strange for her.

"I love it," Felicity confirmed, running her hands through the curls. "You were right, I like it down better."

"You say that like I'm not always right." Thea winked as she placed one of the larger flowers behind her ear, pinning it down with a bobby pin. "So, ready to try on the dress?"

Felicity nodded, standing up. "I still don't think we need to do this all the way, Thea. I'm glad we did the hair and the makeup, but you've seen me in my dress."

Thea held up her hand stopping Felicity from continuing. "I have. But I haven't seen you in your dress with that hair and that make up. What if that hair doesn't work with that dress?"

Felicity rolled her eyes. "If this is you six months before the wedding, I don't even want to think about what you are going to be like a week before."

"Calm as a cucumber because we'll have already gotten the semantics figured out."

Felicity smiled. "Fair point. Do you want to change into the blue dress? I like the silver, but I think I might like the blue one more."

Thea laughed. "You said that when you had me change out of the red one."

"I could always decide that I really like big bows."

"Blue one it is."

Felicity raised her eyebrows, smiling as Thea walked toward her closet to grab the dress. Then she moved toward the bedroom door where Thea had hung her dress. She smiled as she touched the fabric. It really was her dream dress: simple, white, strapless, mermaid styled bottom. It lacked sequins, which was something she always imagined. But she knew the second she put it on that it was the one. It was the first thing that Moira and her mother agreed on.

Thea cleared her throat. "Not my wedding, but I think this one might be the one."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "You don't have to add the 'it's not my wedding' disclaimer before your opinions. I'm still mad at your brother about that." She turned around and looked at Thea. She was inclined to agree with her. The light blue dress was gorgeous, the color almost seemed silver, but unlike the one she had changed out of it wasn't as obnoxious. "I agree. That's the one."

Thea walked over lifting Felicity's dress down from the hook. "You ready?"

Felicity nodded, thankful for the help.

"You look perfect," Thea whispered as she finished pulling the zipper up. "Close your eyes. Don't look. I have two more final touches."

"Again with the final touches. Six months is a really long time. Maybe by then your brother will have successfully convinced me that the Vegas option is the best bet."

"Not happening. Now close your eyes."

Felicity sighed, closing her eyes. She felt a necklace being placed against her neck, followed by what felt like a veil being placed on her head. Thea's hands landed on her shoulders, guiding her as Thea turned her around.

"There. Now you can open your eyes."

"I'm starting to see the downside in putting all of this on now," Felicity began, as she took in her reflection. "I sort of don't want to wait anymore."

"I was hoping you would say that."

Felicity tore her eyes from the mirror, setting her eyes on Thea instead. Felicity's head tilted when she took in the devious smile on Thea's face. Felicity had learned long ago what that smile meant. "What's going on?"

"Now, this is completely your choice, but Oliver had an idea."

"An idea?"

"He knew how much you didn't want the big corporate expected wedding that was being not so secretly shoved down your throat. So he compromised with my mom."

"He's not out of town is he?"

"No. Actually he's probably still setting up the garden. We weren't supposed to be finished for another forty-five minutes."

"I'm getting married."

"If you want."

Felicity looked at Thea and laughed. "I do. I really, really do."

"Then yes. You are."

"How long have you been planning this with him?"

"Since he sat your mom down with my mom and explained to us what we were doing and how it wasn't what you wanted. We didn't really realize it until then. So we came up with this plan. I started paying more attention to the little things you seemed to like, and Oliver took my notes and did… well he did something. I'm actually not sure what anything looks like down there. But it's just us."

"What about all of the reservations—"

"Mom figured that while this would be the real wedding, if it doesn't leak, you guys can just do a second one. And if someone finds out about it before then, we'll pull it off as a big reception."

"But the press—"

"It doesn't matter, Lis."

Felicity smiled. "So maybe I should spend the next thirty minutes practicing walking in those shoes?"

Thea laughed. "If you can't master it, I have a very cute back up pair of flats for you."

"Is there anything you didn't think of?"

"Yeah, what the hell we would do if you said no."

Felicity's father knocked on the door thirty minutes later. He smiled as he walked in looking at his daughter taking off the heels and slipping her feet into the flats. "Probably a smart idea kiddo."

Felicity smiled up at him. "I'm pretty klutzy when I'm not nervous."

"Everything is ready if you are."

"I am."

"The car is also ready to go if you just want to drive down to Mexico for the week."

Felicity rolled her eyes. "Dad."

"Worth a shot." He winked at her, holding his arm out for her to take. He raised his eyes to Thea. "I believe we are following you."

Thea smiled as she stepped in front of them. "That you are. I wouldn't mind following you down to Mexico after the ceremony though."

Felicity reached forward and grabbed Thea's hand before she could start walking. "Thank you."

Thea smiled, pulling Felicity into a hug. She smiled pulling back. "See you down there." She raised her eyebrows in excitement before turning around and walking away.

Felicity's father held his arm out. "I'm really proud of you."

Felicity smiled. "Stop that. You're going to make me cry."

He ran his down the side of her face. "Wouldn't want that."

"I think I've got some place to be."

"I think you are right."

When she finally took the first step down the aisle, it took her a minute to take everything in. She recognized every person that was there, her mother, Oliver's parents, a few close friends and family members. She smiled as she looked at them, thankful beyond words to see how happy they looked, knowing that they were here to support her and Oliver and not to win bonus points by being there , or to make a new business connection. She was a little surprised by how bright the garden was in the dark, but the light was soft and romantic. She could see the little white lights peeking out from the trees and bushes, and the lanterns that hung over the rows of shares, but she wasn't quite sure how they were able to produce that much light. She smiled as she looked at the color of the flowers that were scattered down the aisle. Not a single one was white, red, or pink. Instead they were a mix of bright oranges, blues, and purples. Just like the ones Thea had strung through her hair. She knew Moira must have particularly disliked that idea.

She could see Tommy and Thea standing in front, but really, the only thing that was clear at that moment was Oliver and the look on his face when he saw her. She didn't remember exactly what her vows were, or why everyone started laughing, or how exactly the ceremony only seemed to last seconds. All she remembered was the glint in Oliver's eyes, the smile that never left his face, and the way the judge didn't even finish the sentence before Oliver was kissing her.

It was Tommy placing his hand on Oliver's shoulder that broke the kiss. He smiled at them, laughing. "Maybe save the rest for tonight buddy."

He had to repeat himself at least twenty times during the reception before Oliver finally convinced Felicity that it would not be rude to leave. Thea caught on and mentioned flight times a little loudly and soon after the congratulations and the hugs they were climbing into the limo. Oliver's lips were on hers before she was even sure that the door was actually closed.

"Where are we going," Felicity asked once Oliver moved his mouth from her lips to the side of her neck.

"Airport."

"And after?"

Oliver smiled, pausing what he was doing to look at her. "I believe I promised an island."

"That's a joke, right?"

Oliver laughed. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

"Don't you think there have been enough surprises today?"

"Good surprises though right?"

Felicity's heart tightened at the look on his face, the brief hint of doubt. "Very good," she whispered. "I'm still not even sure how you managed to pull that off without me catching on."

"I'm a terrific liar."

Felicity raised her eyebrow. "That sentence should probably go on a list of things not to say to your wife within three hours of the wedding." Felicity laughed. "Besides, you are a terrible liar Oliver Queen. Don't go inflating your ego because you managed to pull one thing off."

"It was a pretty big thing."

"So an island?"

"Maybe."

Felicity sighed. "Fine, I give. But after this no surprises for like six months, I'm not a fan of not knowing things."

"Sounds like a deal."