Chapter 25- My two major finals are Thursday and Friday. I've been studying like a crazy person, but luckily found time to type this up. I miss Aria and Ezra and hearing from you. Enjoy and I'll tell you the rest at the bottom

Previously on Déjà vu:

"Maybe she's pregnant." Hardy stated bluntly.

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She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I, Aria Marie Montgomery, soon to be Fitz, am baby free!"

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Zoey couldn't tell that both her parents were naked from our current position. The slightest of blanket shifting and she would. Please don't ask to sleep with us tonight.

"Zoey, Daddy and I are very tired right now. Try to go back to sleep and you will, okay? I love you. We'll see you in the morning." Aria soothed.

Aria POV:

"She did what?" Spencer screamed! "Zoey walked in on you?" I nodded, knowing they couldn't see me. I mumbled a "mhmm," biting back a smile. God, what a story.

"I'm sorry but that pretty funny," Emily laughed from the corner. "Alright, now come out and let us see."

I walked out from behind the divider and into the large, circular dressing room. The boutique's bridal area had coffee walls, a pale white-carpeted floor, elegant loveseats and mirrors galore. I had my hair pinned up in a bun as I twirled around in the gown. I didn't love this one, with all the ruffles it was too much, but I loved modeling it off.

"No." Hanna mused. Trust her to be the blunt one. "Next."

I turned to the other two, but didn't wait for a reply. "I don't particularly love it either." I looked down at the dress, "Ruffles."

Spencer stood, "Go try on the next. I'll go put this one back on a hanger."

So, that's how my morning was spent. I never really gave them much credit, but brides to be really have their work cut out for them. Gown, hair, makeup, jewelry, food, place, invitations, etc. Fortunately, we have a party planner who is taking care of most of it, so props to those brides who don't. Alexis, the party planner, along with the ever- so helpful Ezra, were spending their morning viewing DJ's and bands. Alexis plans to send me the information and we get to decide. It's a fun little process.

Growing up, I thought a lot about my wedding. I never thought I'd wear white, though. I'm not traditional in that way. I don't understand why people wear black to funerals, so I never did. Black makes people upset, so why wear it to a funeral? Yet, now as my wedding approached I began to think twice. I realized that I did want to wear white. So I am.

"No. No. No. No. NO!" Hanna declared. "These dresses are all wrong." She looked at me, "I mean, of course you rocked every single one, but none of them are you. When you find a dress, you shouldn't have to try it on. You should just know. Like your eyes should sparkle or something. I don't know. But what I do know, is that these are all just plain wrong."

Emily looked at me soothingly, "I think what Hanna is trying to say, is that those dresses were nice, but not perfect. We need perfect."

Spencer walked into the dressing room carrying a bundle of pearl fabric. "No one say anything." She hung the dress up against the hook. "Aria?"

The dress was white, but not really. It had an underlying layer of pearl that added a sheer glow. It was sleeveless, shaped like a heart. There was lace covering the breast portion and the bottom flew straight down, effortlessly. Beautifully. There was no cinching, no ruffles, no over the top sleeves. It was elegant, it was simple, and it was beautiful.

I didn't need to say anything. They knew. Hanna eyed the dress as though it were a potential employee. Her knowledgeable eyes scanned and did a background and stability check. Hanna picked up the gown after an intense stare down and brought it out to the counter to be purchased. I had approval from my best friends, but most importantly, I had mine.

"Did you find one?" Ezra asked as we spoke on the phone later that afternoon.

"Yes, it is safely hidden at Spencer's where you may never find it." I retorted. My friends and I went out for coffee after our lucky shopping escapade. We headed back to Spencer's to try on the dress, which fit perfectly, and hid it there.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I'm getting awfully close with Toby these days. Or maybe even Sarah could throw me a bone."

"Oh, shut up. It's a surprise." I paused, "Where are you, by the way?"

"With Alexis, listening to awesome music."

"So does that mean we have our music booked?"

"Well I've made an executive decision that we are getting a band. No DJ."

"Alright, agreed."

"And I'm torn between two, as of now. Alexis has her favorite, but I'm still deciding. Care to help?"

"Where are you?"

"Red Studios."

"I'll be there with Zoey in 15. Love you!" I hung up.

By the end of the night, Ezra and I had chosen a band, which is a major accomplishment, and the font we wanted our names to be written in on the bathroom napkins. Although, I still don't really understand why our names need to be on napkins…

4 months and I would be a married girl. The reality of that hasn't really set in yet, but I know I love Ezra and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I told him so on the couch that night. Zoey came and sat on his lap.

"Hey, Zoe." He kissed her forehead. "What's up?"

"I'm scared."

"What?" I asked, alarmed. "Why?"

"The wedding is in 4 months, and I still don't have a dress."

I looked at her sympathetically, "We'll go look tomorrow. Shopping date?"

Zoey beamed up at me, and nodded. "Can it be yellow?"

"Yeah, sure. But why yellow? You hate yellow."

"But yellow is your favorite color."

Alexis and I walked around Hollistique, the grand hall where the wedding would take place. Alexis was talking about how beautiful everything would be with the curtains, ribbons, lighting, and yes, customized napkins. She drowned on and on, to the point where shut her out. I looked around on my own. The ballroom was spacious, the moldings were beautiful and the ceiling was decorated in a burst of colors. Yet, I couldn't imagine a wedding here. Wait, no. Scratch that. I could imagine weddings here. Beautiful, fairytale weddings fit for television. And that's why I couldn't bring myself to sign the papers.

Alexis looked at me quizzically, "Aria, you have to sign here. If we don't put our names down now, Hollistique will be booked and finding a new location will be impossible!"

I looked up at her, "I just can't picture my own wedding here. But don't worry, I know just the place." I felt like I was in a movie. Making a last minute decision that would change my life for the better. But truthfully, I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea if my dream wedding location would even be fit for a wedding. I didn't know how Ezra would react, either. Much less Hannah. She's been raving about Hollistique forever and I would be letting her down. Sucks.

I exited the building with Alexis at my tail. "Aria, just think about what your doing for a second, please. Rationally. All of our planning has been custom designed to fit this location. If you change now, all our hard work will be lost. And, I don't know if 4 months is enough time to reinvent a wedding." She was absolutely right. I didn't doubt that. But I went with my gut, and hoped it would lead me to my own fairytale.

Rosewood Arboretum. I felt it. It was huge. It was beautiful. It was elegant. It was simple. Much like my dress. A combination of Ezra and I. I could picture my wedding now, crystal clear. And I liked the vision.

Alright, so I know absolutely nothing about weddings. Hopefully I'm accurate.

Zoey and the yellow… that's actually a true story. When I was younger and painting my bedroom, I decided on yellow primarily because it's my mom's favorite color.

Hollistique? Get it? Hollis… hahahaha :)

Did you watch the premiere? A bit scary, but amazing nonetheless.

Any of you ever read a book by John Green? Yes! Cool. I love you. No? Go read one. Now. I'm obsessed with him. DFTBA!

Wish me luck with finals! Sorry this was short, but gotta go study...

XOXOOX,

Danni