AN: Finally, the wedding, the main event! I worked incredibly hard on this chapter, because you have to have the perfect Loliver wedding. I hope I didn't disappoint. Read and review. :)

Miley is gushing. Mom and Dad are crying in another room. I am stressing. And all I've done is put on the dress…This is going to be quite a day.

"Lilly, you're getting married today!" Miley squeals. At the sheer stupidity and obviousness of that statement I mumble, "You should really be the blonde, Mile." Miley just smiles sweetly and straightens out her bridesmaid dress. It's a greenish color and she rolls her eyes as she looks down at it.

She is zipping my wedding dress up in the back and I straighten it out making sure there are no wrinkles to be seen. I check the mirror, to make sure my hair stayed in the perfect curled do that my mom and I struggled with this morning. And it has! YES! Miley's still giving me the stank eye though.

"Honestly, Lils, did you really have to seek revenge this way?" she holds up the hem of her dress and the ghastly green shines. It brings a conniving smile to my face.

"Honestly, Miley, I did." I continue to smile deviously, "As we learned at your wedding, the maid of honor has nothing on the bride's wishes." She knows exactly what I'm talking about but I continue to explain. It's my day! If I want to spend it getting back at anyone who has crossed me, I will.

"This isn't necessary." she frowns looking at the dress and how shapeless it is. She stands in front of the mirror with me and the best way to explain is: I'm the blonde Cinderella and she's the ugly step sister. I'm loving this.

I love my dress and the way it hugs me perfectly at my waist and hips and the way it flows wonderfully and beautifully down the rest of my body. This is really the dress, he really is the one and Miley in a god-awful bridesmaid dress is just the icing on the cake, which reminds me our wedding cake is pretty awesome as well.

"Oh Miles, it is." this smile hasn't left my face since Miley slept over last night at my place. One: because I'm getting married! Two: it's been forever since I've seen Miles. Three: making fun of her is too much fun. Four: getting revenge on your wedding day just makes you smile all day.

"Do enlighten me, Lilly." she rolls her eyes, "I just don't see why making me wear this snot green color with no shape, making me look pregnant–" I give her a pointed look, "Gosh, Lilly. I'm not pregnant. I just lost the baby weight of Jaclyn, not going through that again."

I laugh, "Okay. Okay." Miley looks at me with daggers and I laugh even harder because the dress is just horrible on her. It's a beautiful dress but it engulfs her and it looks like a maternity outfit on her. It'd be something she would wear happily if there was a belt to tie around and show off her skinny waist, but I'm not giving up any of my belts.

Once I finally stop laughing I begin to explain, "Well, when you make me wear trashy hot pink as the bridesmaid and my boyfriend wear a hot pink tie along with all the other men….revenge is needed. It's needed bad." I grin as I look at my work. Nice job, Lilly, "You didn't think I'd let you get away without having to suffer at my wedding as much as I did at your wedding? Did you?" a little laugh comes out and she grimaces. I smile once again and make sure that my hair is flowing just as I want it as I twirl the curls around my finger.

I hear my ringtone in the distance and I go over to the counter in the bathroom, we're cramped in and retrieve it. I see that Oliver has left me a text message and I type back a response and I'm wrapped up in a texting conversation. It's not that I mind. Actually I'm glad he texted me. I haven't seen him in almost 2 days. We both had our bachelor and bachelorette parties the night before the wedding and then he stayed at Jake Ryan's house since Mrs. Ryan stayed with me in my apartment. As we continue to respond to each other's nervous insecurities via text message, Miley is oblivious. She is in front of the bathroom mirror pulling her hair up and then down, trying to somehow make herself look stunning in the dress I've given her. It's not working… I made sure that no matter how you styled yourself it would still look awful.

"The only reason your dress was pink was because that was the color I wanted." she grumbles pulling at the dress from behind, trying to make it hug her in the right places instead of the wrong ones, "Can you tell me in all honesty that puke green was the color you wanted?"

I carry on smiling, "Green looks beautiful against the color of the beach. And it's not puke greenit's Apple Green. I wanted green Oliver heard Apple and was sold. Plus, I said this is revenge, I don't care if you like it or not." I text Oliver back, my tone in the text laced with flattery and reassurance after he texts: "Lilly, I'm so nervous. I had a nightmare last night that you left me at the altar. It was horrible."

Miley finally looks up from her self-misery and she gasps, "Does this no seeing each other twenty-four hours mean anything?" She pulls the phone away from me and stuffs it down the neckline of her dress. I might want to be in contact with him, but diving down Miles' dress to get my phone isn't happening.

"It's unbearable." I sigh, the smile beginning to drift away, "I miss him." Whoever created this no contact with one another for twenty four hours, had to have believed in cruel and unusual punishment. It's horrible.

"Well, Lilly," she drapes her arm around my shoulder, "I did it when I got married." she smiles widely as she thinks back to her wedding day, "And look how Jake and I turned out!"

I reply with a signature Lilly comeback but making it sound draped in innocence, "Knocked up from your honeymoon?"

Miley darts her head toward me, "Hey!" she screams, "Little Jaclyn is the pride and joy in our lives, though a little time between the honeymoon and getting pregnant would've been nice." the slightest prideful maternal tone comes out when she is speaking about her little two year old. Still no Rance Jr. though. Jake insisted that Jaclyn somehow be named after him, because for the longest they thought she was a boy. So Jaclyn came to be and soon she'll be my little flower girl.

"So how is my little flower girl?" I ask a tad worried, since I haven't heard about her lately, as I search through my makeup bag on the counter

"She's with her daddy and your soon to be husband." she says pulling out a slim tube of concealer, "Don't worry. She'll be here."

I give a nervous laugh, "Hey, can I use your waterproof mascara?"

"Go ahead." Miley smiles and slides the desired object near me. I give her a thankful smile and continue searching through my bag, pulling out the pink cylinder I need, "Never Smudge Lipstick….this'll come in handy." I smirk to myself as I put it to the side and search for the right eye shadow to use.

"Spare me the details."

I drift off and think of the details instead of sharing them….so many details to think about. Miley snaps her fingers in front of my face and I come back to reality but with the smirk still on my mouth, "I'm sorry. Oliver just hasn't told me where we are going." I pull my hands from inside the bag and turn toward her, "He hasn't said anything to you, has he? He's still talking about Italy, but we can't afford that."

"It's not Italy." she quickly replies.

I turn away from her and continue the search for the right eye shadow. It can't be too bright or too dull or too overpowering. I end up pulling out the perfect blue as I continue to prattle with my maid of honor, "I was hoping it wasn't. I don't want to have to worry about my Ollie in the land of greasy, full of calories, Italian food." I mumble under my breath, "It's not the safest place for my diabetic Ollie-Pop."

"He hasn't told anyone where it is." she sighs still fussing over her dress eventually taking out my phone from her dress and setting it on the side, far from the sink, "He reassured everyone though that you'll love it."

"Anywhere I'm with him I'll love." I sigh dreamily with the same smile still on my face.

Miley mumbles as she puts her lip gloss on, "I can't wait til you two are married and done gushing over each other."

"Done?" I ask finally swiping the perfect blue on my eye lids that will accent the beach front perfectly, "It will never be done."

"New subject please…" Miley gripes.

"Okay." I say flushed but still smiling. I think if I heard the worst news ever I'd still be smiling, "Thanks for staying over last night and letting my Ollie-Pop stay over at your house with Jake and Jaclyn."

Miley smiles, "Least I could do." she pulls at the dress again, "…even if you are forcing me to wear a garbage bag."

"Shut it about the dress." I snap. I put the waterproof mascara and lipstick on; smacking my lips together for complete coverage of my lips.

"Hey, Lils what time is it?"she says after we both share her expensive blush and apply it to perfection. Dressed….check! Makeup…check! Wedding….almost here.

I glance at the clock behind us, "Two hours to go." I inform her.

"I gotta call Jakey and check up on my little girl." she pulls her cell phone from her own makeup bag and begins to dial the number.

"Can I talk to Ollie-Pop?" I ask innocently as she opens the bathroom door to talk to her husband in private. She glares at me right before she opens the door and I take that as a no. My parents are sitting in the room that the bathroom opens up to and she puts her hand over the phone and smiles sweetly to them, "She's just finishing up her makeup."

Jake must answer as soon as she calls because I hear the teeniest bit of their conversation, "How's my little ladybug? All dressed and ready to go?" "Leslie Ryan!"

I laugh a little to myself because that will soon be me. Miley goes out into the hallway as I look in the mirror and twirl my hair around my finger nervously. I see out of the corner of my eye my confiscated phone and smile deviously. I see the latest texts from my Ollie and I try to reassure him that everything is okay, even though it's against the rules, but he needs reassurance right now: "Lilly!" "Lilly!" "You aren't actually leaving me at the altar, are you?" "…Is that why you aren't responding!" "Lilly!"

I text him back and tell myself that that's the last time I'm going bend the rules. Well, for today. After I gather everything up and sit down and slip on my shoes, I come out of the sanctuary of my bathroom. And await the approval of my mom and dad.

My parents sit and see me as their only child ready to be married and begin to tear up. My dad's mouth drops open, "Oh, Lilly Bear." he sighs, "You. Are. Beautiful. Oliver's a lucky guy." My mom runs over to me and my dad follows wrapping me up in a hug. Technically this is our last Truscott family moment. I'm soon to be an Oken!

"Don't make me cry! I just fixed my makeup!" I squeal when I see both my parents wiping their eyes and I'm starting to feel tears pricking at my eyes as well. I push them away and run out of the room that is the depressing/ teary eyed/crying room as I cry out to them, "I'm getting a ride with Mile. I don't want to cry on the way there when you guys are moping over the 'good ole' days." I smile sweetly, "I love you! See ya at the wedding." I close the door as they continue to cry. Goodbye Truscott, hello Oken!

I find Miley. Honestly, it's not hard to spot her; she's yelling into the phone to Jake and her green dress is shiny and very fat. She shuts the phone and gives me a forced smile, "My husband is an idiot. Jaclyn isn't even dressed yet. Surprisingly, the only one ready is Oliver." I laugh as she nods but then changes the topic of conversation, "You ready to go get married?"

I nod and walk with her to the car, plopping in the passenger seat making sure my dress doesn't get caught in the door. I really miss my car….I'm still trusting Ollie-Pop though. Really though, I don't care right now. I'm going to be Mrs. Oken!

The car ride feels excruciatingly long and boring. With all this time on my hands as Miley drives, my brain begins to spazz and I am a step from hyperventilating. I have a billion 'what ifs' running through my mind and I feel physically sick. This is so nerve wracking. I'm so glad I'm not driving. The driver tries to calm me down but she knows exactly how I feel. I remember Oliver having to tell her on the day of her wedding day, "Zip it and just say I do! I want cake!" She was actually hyperventilating. It was nuts, but now I'm feeling all the feelings she described to me on that day and its crazy.

We finally get to the place. It's absolutely beautiful. It's a lush green field where the seats and podium for the priest are set up. Behind this gorgeous green field is the beach. We knew we wanted to somehow incorporate the beach in our wedding, and this place was perfect. The sounds of the tide are so comforting and hopefully will keep both Oliver and me composed. I get out of the car and close my eyes and just listen to the tide. It's helping so much until Miley yells, "Let's go to the pier, Lilly. I need to use the bathroom."

Miley and I walk up to the pier and I'm reminded why I hate heels so much. I really shouldn't have used Miley's shoes. Well, I did need something borrowed. I hate high heels though. My feet are yelling at me because I'm going up to the pier and having to hike my dress up so it doesn't get dirty as my feet hurt horribly.

Miley rushes to the bathroom and comes out quickly sitting next to me on one of the benches. "We're going to have to hide you out over here so that Oliver doesn't find you." I groan, "You're trying to kill me."

"Nope, you are trying to kill me." she tugs at the dress and I groan louder, "Zip it."

Miley and I continue to bicker and then a car pulls by and parks pretty close to us, "Oh, its Jakey!" Miley rushes over there and Jake pulls their daughter out of the car putting her on the ground. She runs on her little legs as her white dress with a green sash around the waist flows behind her. She's yelping, "Mommy!" Miley leans down with her arms wide open and she takes her daughter in her arms when she has finally gotten to her mother. Miles picks her up and kisses her head, "Jaclyn, you are the prettiest flower girl mommy has ever seen."

Jake walks over and kisses his wife's cheek and then walks over to me and gives me a side hug, "Nope, I don't even see the bride…" he laughs at his wife's expense. She's tried so hard to keep me locked away from the world, so no one will see me until the wedding. Miley glares at him and I smile at him, "How's Oliver?" I ask.

"He's been a wreck all morning." he sighs, "He's Oliver. He can't make babysitting easy. I had to reassure him a million times that everything was okay." he runs his hands through his hair and then pats Jaclyn's dark brown hair, "He was harder to console than our baby girl has ever been." I laugh and grin to myself, "That's my Ollie-Pop."

Jaclyn turns away from her mother to look at me and I give her a little wave, "Hi, Jaclyn." Her mouth drops open, "Aunt Lilly, beauty-ful!" I grin and thank her. Jake then tells us he's gotta go check on Oliver and make sure he hasn't started eating the cake just out of nerves. We let him leave and it's just us girls. As soon as he leaves I look at my maid of honor and flower girl and I know that guests are already arriving because I can look from the pier and I see people taking their seats.

40 minutes.

I spazz out again and Miley tries to give me comforting words, "If you're freaking out this much, then think of how Oliver must be doing."I think of Oliver like she said and I start to spazz out more thinking of how he's handling all this, "That is certainly not the most comforting thing you could've said."

Jaclyn's hand finds its way into Miley's hair and tugs at it and Miles pulls her hand away and then looks at the old timey clock on the pier and smiles at me, "30 minutes til your Mrs. Oken." she tries to calm down her baby who now is being a bit fussy by pulling at hers and her mom's dress and pulling at her own chocolate brown curls that surprisingly look adorable even though both Jake and Oliver did it. Jake recounted over the phone to his wife how getting her ready was and then Miley told me on the way to the place the funny story. Trying to calm me down by distraction and it worked. This time though, all I can do is look at the clock as Miley tells me, "Lilly, I've gotta go take my position and brief my little ladybug on everything she needs to do." she hugs me and walks away down to the wedding party.

I hate that there is a clock here. All I can do is stare at the clock's hands and watch my Truscott time fade away. This is downright scary. We really should've eloped.

15 minutes.

My dad walks up towards me, "Lilly Bear, are you ready to go?" I give a small smile and try to squash the butterflies in my stomach, "I guess so." We walk down to the field and he hooks my arm with his and I lean into him. He might not have lived with me in awhile but right now him being here is so comforting and I need that. It's just like I'm a little girl again. My daddy is right with me and giving me all the comfort I need.

We finally get to where I need to be and I give a big exhale trying to gain my bearings and still squish the butterflies that are fluttering everywhere inside me. I swear why do these things need to be trying to fly now!

My dad looks at me, "Lilly Bear?" I turn towards him, "Yea, dad?" there is the slightest squeak in my voice. "It's show time." I let out a signature, "Eep!" but it's not a normal one. It's excited but laced with anxiety. Is it bad that all I want to do is get this over with?

I keep my eyes closed because I know that right in front of me is my Oliver. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't dare look at him. I don't want to pass out right then and there seeing him in the tux. I lean my head on my dad's shoulder and open my eyes but avoid Oliver's brown eyes trying to look me in the eye. I see Miley's daughter throwing the flower petals and know that I have to begin to walk. I finally look at Oliver and we are both breathless. I see Oliver lock his knees as he tries to fight the sensation that he is going to faint. My legs feel like jello and I'm so glad dad is with me to make sure I don't face plant.

I look to my right and then left and see in the chairs my family and friends and I exhale deeply. I look up to Oliver and see my maid of honor in her horrible dress but she's still all smiles. Jake is on the other side standing near Oliver, as he should be, because he's the best man. The rest of the men there are his band mates dressed to the nines. I see some of my single bridesmaids eyeing the ones over there and I can't help but giggle silently. The walk to the altar where my man and the priest is feels endless.

Dad and I finally get there and he kisses my cheek and hands me over to Oliver and we hold each other's hands. Dad goes to take his seat and Oliver looks at me and smiles and we both mouth, 'I love you.' Even though I can't hear his voice the butterflies in my stomach flutter even more rapidly. Oliver's hands are sweaty against my sweaty palms and I blush because all eyes are on me. Leave it to me to be the blushing bride.

Oliver is absolutely striking. The tux is perfect and the bow tie isn't crooked like I expected it to be. Oliver's bangs are sticking to his sweaty forehead and all I want to do is ruffle them and kiss him. I can wait a little longer though. I am just staring at Oliver completely oblivious to the rest of everything else. Until I see him smile and feel his hands squeeze mine and his lips part and he begins to speak, "I, Oliver Oken, take you Lillian Truscott to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." He repeats the words as the priest reads them from the book on the podium. Oliver's eyes never leave mine as he says the vows. And then it's my turn and I say the same vows and somewhere in all the words said we both say "I do" His hands squeeze mine and a dorky grin is on his face the whole time.

Once that part is done I'm not feeling as faint as I did a couple minutes ago. Then it's the ring part and Oliver repeats the words the priest says as he holds onto the ring in his hand, "With this ring I thee wed." He slips the ring on my finger on top of my engagement ring and I'm feeling a whole new weight on my left hand. Oliver smiles and whispers barely audible but I know exactly what he's saying, "It's the right size."

I give him a half smile and his smile widens as I slip the golden band on his ring finger and stumble out nervously, "With this ring I thee wed."

The priest then says the words that seal the deal, "With the powers vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife." he looks to the both of us, "You may now kiss the bride." Oliver's sweaty palms cup my face and his lips fall on top of mine. I feel the cool touch of the new ring on my warm flushed face and smile into the kiss, until my Ollie pulls away and takes my hand. We walk away from the wedding and he kisses my lips again, "Mrs. Oken! We're married!" I smile at him and kiss him on the mouth harder, "Mr. Oken, I know!"

We are grinning and absolutely oblivious to the rest of the world as we just about skip to where a limo is awaiting us. I told him not to spring for the limo, but he didn't listen. He's Oliver, I guess I should've expected that and I better get used to it as well. He looks at me and smiles when he says, "Limousine for the Okens."

"The newest Oken too?" I grin. I just can't get use to my new last name; I need to say it as much as possible. I really need to practice writing my new full name, so I don't accidently sign the wrong name on anything. That would not be good.

"Mrs. Oliver Oken and Mr. Oliver Oken." the dorkiest grin graces his face. The limo driver opens the door and we both slide in. Oliver's arms wrap around me and he lathers my face and neck with kisses as I giggle. I don't think I could feel any more on top of the world. When Oliver pulls away I laugh lightly, "Ollie-Pop, you gotta tell me where we're going!" I give him the cutesy face and all he does is smile and I'm surprised he doesn't crack and give in, "Are you packed?" is all he asks. I nod, "You gave me the list of what I needed to bring and I brought it." Oliver smiles, "Your dad threw it in the trunk of the car. Don't you worry, Lilly-Pop!"

"Oliver, honey, where are we going?" I squeal and am seriously considering other ways of coaxing it out of him. I won't have any guilt either because: I'm married! My hand cups his face and I lean closer and closer, "Where in the world is our honeymoon?" I kiss his lips and trail them down his jaw and then back to his lips. Oliver lets out a chuckle and pushes me away for just a second, "Lilly-Pop, chill."

"Oliver Oscar Oken!" I yell and use my arms to pin him to the seat and I straddle his lap. I know, this isn't the safest thing to do, but I need answers! He lets out an innocent reply, "Yes, oh so beautiful wife of mine?" I'm about to smack him across the face; which will make it our first smack as a married couple! With this realization I smack him across the face and he just continues to smile, "First love tap as Okens."

"There will be many more no doubt." I smile and he puts his hands on my shoulders and looks at me in the eye as he talks about the honeymoon destination, "You're smart. Figure it out."

"How long does it take to get there?" I groan and crawl out of his lap to be safer in the limo. Plus, our limo driver has been eyeing me ever since I jumped into his lap.

"Seven hours." he grins. My smile widens and I nearly crush him when I jump back on him and get the coveted lip to lip contact. With his reply I know exactly where we're going and I pull away and take his hand in mine, "Big Bear cabin?" He nods with a large smile and kisses my lips, "You got it!"

We hold hands and I lean my head into his neck, "So how long has this been planned?" He kisses my head and laughs, "Remember 'Ollie-Pop's on the job'. That's why we left your car there." I pull my head out from my favorite snuggle place and just smile, "I love you, Mr. Oliver Oken." and Oliver kisses my forehead, "I love you too, Mrs. Oliver Oken." As the limo driver looks at us in his rearview mirror my husband smiles at the man and then wraps his arms around me and yells, "To Big Bear!"

AN: And everything begins to come together, and this is my longest chapter ever. 5, 017 words...that's like 2,000 over for me! :) Anyway, one more chapter after this one. Thanks for reading and please review!

-Emily

GOD BLESS!

~IheartORANGE~