Okay guys! This is it! Not the ending, but the part I've been waiting for since I started this fan fiction! Oh mah gaw! Enjoy!
(Mitch's POV)
(Three Days Later)
This is it.
This is the day.
The one I've been waiting for.
The oneI've prepared for.
For the girl I love.
Who loves me back.
We love each other.
And I am ready.
So this is it.
(Julie's POV)
We wake up and I get dressed in a white dress. Mitch puts on dress jeans and dress shirt. He had reserved us a table in the Eiffel Tower, with a beautiful view of Paris.
( store/product/64548/stone-one-shoulder-dress-with-sequin-embellishment if you want to see the dress)
I put on white high heels and grab a white purse and swing it over my shoulder. I take Mitch's hand and we walk outside. He grabs a cab and we drive to the Eiffel Tower.
We arrive and Mitch runs out his door and opens mine.
"My lady!" He says as he bows. I laugh as he closes the door behind me and I look at the tower. It shines bright over the buildings around it.
Mitch takes my hand as we walk to the elevator, which takes us up to the restaurant. Mitch goes to a man in a white suit and drags me with him.
"Reservation for Mitchell Hughes please..." Mitch says.
"Nice try. Children or teenagers..." The man says as he looks us up and down. "Are not allowed!"
"My name is Mitchell Hughes and I am 20 years old and I demand to be seated in the reservation I ordered for me and my lovely girlfriend." Mitch says as I start to blush.
The man's face turns pale. "My mistake Mr. Hughes... dessert is on us..." The man says. He leads me and Mitch to a table by the window and Mitch pulls out the chair for me. The man runs off into the kitchen and Mitch looks at the menu. I stare out the window, out into all of Paris.
"I feel like I can see all of France..." I say. Mitch puts down his menu and looks at me.
"All I see is a beautiful girl in a beautiful dress..." Mitch says, making me blush. The waiter comes and Mitch orders us champagne and Chef's pick. The waiter rushes of to the kitchen as Mitch takes my hand. The waiter comes with some soup inside a bowl.
"Salmon Soup! Enjoy!" He says as he hands us a soup. I take my spoon and eat some, and it made my mouth water.
"This food is amazing..." I say.
"Indubitaly, yeas..." Mitch says as he lifts his glass. I lift mine and we clink the glasses and drink some. It was my first time drinking champagne, and it tasted amazing. It was Mitch's first time also, and he also liked it.
We finished the soup and shared a salad. We finished that and the waiter came with chicken, peas, and more champagne, which we gladly took.
We finished eating and started talking about the great moments we had.
"The time I beat those guys in Call of Duty..." I say as I giggle.
"It was amazing. Just like you..." Mitch says as I smile once again. He gets up and I look at him.
"Where are you going?" I ask him. He stands next to me and looks around.
"Can I have everyone's attention please?!" Mitch yells. Everyone looks at us, and the talking stops.
"Mitch! What are you doing?" I whisper to him.
"I just wanted to say sorry for interrupting your magnificent dinner. The food is amazing." Mitch starts off, and the people nod their head.
"I just wanted to show you, my beautiful girlfriend, Julie..." He says as I blush.
"She is the best girlfriend I could ever have. She's smart, caring, beuatiful, funny, and can beat ass in Call of Duty!" Mitch says. The people laugh as I start to blush even more.
"And I just wanted to say, I love you. I love you Juliet Carver! And I always will..." Mitch says as people stare at me.
"Juliet Carver..." Mitch says as he gets down on his knee. I feel my eyes start to water. Don't cry. Don't cry. You'll look like a fool.
He pulls out a box with a silver ring in it. I feel tears start going down my cheeks. People start to aww.
"Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my beautiful, caring, funny, smart, Call of Duty ass-beating wife?" Mitch asks me. I giggle as more tears fall down. I nod my head.
"Ye-Yes!" I say. I start to cry from happiness as Mitch hugs me and people applaude and cheer. Mitch wipes the tears away and smiles. He kisses me and people start to cheer.
I feel sparks fly everytime I kiss him. No, not sparks. Fireworks strapped onto an atomic bomb that's falling on Paris, because right now, I was so happy, I could die.
He puts the ring on me and kisses me once more. We sit down, tears still falling down my cheek, as dessert comes out, but I was too happy to eat. Even though they brought out my favorite food, cheesecake, and all I could do was think.
How lucky I am to be with Mitch.
Why he picked me.
How happy I am with him.
How much I love him.
So sweet! I was so excited when I wrote this chapter!
Sushi out!
