I opened my eyes, remembering the events of last night as I laid in Kile's arms. My back was pressed to his stomach, his arms protectively closing me in to him. Euphoria spilled over me, gushing from every crevice of my body. I was getting married. Finding true love was something I had always secretly wanted. It was a desire so secret of mine that I even convinced myself that I didn't want it. But I couldn't imagine a day without having found love, without having found Kile.

I felt his nose bury into my hair and shortly a kiss on the back of my head. "Good morning, darling." he whispered in my ear, leaving a small kiss on the lobe of my ear. I shrunk back into him, a small giggle escaping me.

"Good morning." I said, reaching my hand back and resting it on his cheek. I brushed his morning scruff with my hand, feeling the rough hairs on his cheek. I would get to feel this oddly soothing feature on him every morning for the rest of my life. "I have to get up. I still have a selection going on. Breakfast will be weird if we don't show up."

"Selection?" he said with a gruff voice. But it quickly changed into something playful, "No, no, no, no, no! You're mine!" He kissed my neck and squeezed the side of my stomach. Wrenching in his arms, my body began having spasms as he tickled me more and more.

"Stop it!" I laughed. "No! I know, I'm yours, I'm yours! Quit it!" Laughing until my sides hurt, I squirmed in his embrace. He kissed me on the back of my neck before releasing me.

"Just making sure." he grinned. He hopped out of bed and went into his bathroom. I knew I had to go and get ready, and I wouldn't leave if he was here to keep me. So I dashed out his room to my own, I had to get ready for breakfast. But before breakfast, I had to tell my parents. I ran into my room, Neena was already there, all my things set out and ready to get ready.

"There you are! Ugh, let's go you need to get ready quick!" Neena said.

She scurried with me to the bathroom and did my makeup simply but quickly. She fashioned my hair into an elegant bun on top of my hair and fastened pearl pins around it. I slipped into my favorite dress, I wanted to feel like a Queen today. It was a blush pink color that looked amazing against my skin. Its tulle skirt had countless layers and the bodice was tight fitting to my torso. (the first image on google: vintage 50s rappi pale pink strapless tulle full skirt party wedding d...) It was amazing. I placed my dazzling creme heels on (christian louboutin heels cream patent leather d'orsay peep toe pump -...) and headed out the door. I went straight to the infirmary, where I found my mom and dad sitting together. Mom was still in there, not getting better. She wasn't having any heart attacks, but her condition was worsening.

"Hey honey," my mom said, her voice still crackling as she spoke. "You look so lovely!" She took a look at me but her eyes stopped when she saw my left hand. Tears started welling in her eyes, and a smile came to place across her cheeks. My dad sat still, a shocked look on her face. They both knew that I was proposing, but they didn't have any idea that Kile did as well.

I squealed and ran over to my parents. "Look mommy, it's just like yours. I held my hand out to her, she ran her thumb over my ring, looking at it with such a bright smile on her face.

"Oh, sweetie," she gushed, "It's perfect it really is." She nodded and laughed when she saw my dad's face, tears were welling in his eyes a little. "Maxon." She rubbed his back with her frail hand. "Our baby is getting married."

"I never thought I'd be able to see this." He said. I laughed and jumped into his lap, I wanted this moment to stay forever. I never wanted my parents to leave, I never wanted to quit being in love with Kile. The only thing wrong with this oh-so -special moment was Ahren. I felt a little hole in my heart where he should be. But I didn't want him here. I was still unbelievably mad at him for leaving. Deep down, I knew that him leaving was what pushed me to finding love, but it was also what made mom have a heart attack. And that is something I could never forgive.

He not only broke mom's heart, quite literally might I add, but he broke mine.

Fast-forward to the next week

A large ball was being held in honor of our proposal. Because it was traditional for the man to propose, but it was my selection, the world already knew of our proposal. There were pictures taken of my proposal that were shown on the report as well as portraits of the two of us, with our rings of course. The people of Illea were dazzled. No rebel attacks, no raids, no acts of violence. Everything was at equilibrium. Mom was getting better, I had fallen in love, Dad was actually getting sleep, everything was perfect. The selected boys were sent home the day after I got engaged, they were devastated. I felt bad, but I honestly couldn't care, I was so in love with Kile that everything slipped from my mind.

I was about to walk down the grande staircase in the ballroom. This would be the first event in my life where my parents walked out before I did. This was truly my night. And I loved it. I was dressed in a long, silky ballgown that was absolutely stunning. It had a slightly off white colored fabric and simple creme sash that tied in a small bow to my back. Neena turned yet another one of my designs into something amazing. I looked like an envision of a bride. Just less extreme. (Watters "Gabrielle" via Mia Bridal Couture)

I took a deep breath, about to walk out to meet my prince to be. My feet carried me fast so my mind wouldn't tell them to stop. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked for Kile. My eyes searched the crowd and as I looked for him, I realized that the entire room had gone silent, staring at me. I descended down the stairs, still looking for Kile. Last minute, as always, he showed up at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to take my hand.