You guys are all awesome…however, since there was pretty much a lot of requests for this chapter–some for America's and some for Maxon's perspective–I've decided to write it from both! I hope you guys enjoy this because this one is from America's point of view and will go into a litte more detail than the chapter that I'll post from Maxon's perspective.

America's POV

I grinned down at my dress. It was white, as was every bride's gown on her wedding day if she could afford it. It was strapless and absolutely stunning. My maids had sewn the dress in record time, managing to give it every aspect that I'd wanted and even some that I didn't. It The dress clung to me tightly from my breasts downward only to flare out around my hips so that I could easily move my legs. There was a design that covered my chest composed of several diamonds that flew downward in a sharp V, ending when the dress's tightness stopped. The bottom was extremely elegant and was composed of several layers of white flimsy material. The whole thing flowed with each movement that I made and gave me an appearance of grace even when I was standing still.

I twirled and my maids nodded their heads in approval, smiling at me. I grinned and thanked them again for their amazing work.

Marley–now know as Grace in the palace–Kamber, Ceila, and Kenna opened the doors and grinned at me as I turned to face them. They all had beautiful crème colored dresses on and were beaming at me as they entered the room to hug me one last time.

I'd invited Aspen's sisters and asked them to be my bridesmaids a little over two months ago. Fortunately, they'd agreed and didn't blame me for Aspen's death at all. In fact, it was just the opposite. They knew that if I could have, I would have kept him safe and smiled when we shared stories about him together. It was obvious that we all missed him and that bound us together in an unbreakable way. I felt like they were my sisters now because of that bond.

Marley hugged me after the twins and Kenna had had their turn and grinned brightly. "Come on, we're about to start."

I shuddered and took in a few deep breaths before nodding. I was ready for this.

Marley squeezed my hand in reassurance and then ushered everyone out of the room, lining us all up behind the door in the order that we'd go in. She was my matron of honor after all and she felt like it was her responsibility to make sure that everything went well today. Marley and Queen Amberly had planned most of this together and they'd gotten along famously. I just hoped that today would turn out exactly as it had been planned for once.

The music began and the girls each began disappearing through the door. Soon, it was just me and Marley left and she shoved my bouquet into my hands before she turned back around. "Remember, fifteen seconds. Then you follow me.

I nodded and she shot me one last glance before disappearing through the doors as well.

I took more deep breaths in an effort to calm my heart rate. I'd faced death thousands of times before, jumped out of several planes, and had nearly died more times than I could count and yet I'd never been so nervous as I currently was. What if Maxon decided he couldn't do it? What if he thought that I wouldn't be a good enough queen and married some princess instead? What if he couldn't say "I do" when the time came and instead ran out and left me behind?

The music changed and my countdown ended. It was now or never.

Could I do this?

I took one last deep breath and then began walking forward. I refused to let my fears stop me now.

I clutched my bouquet tightly in my hands before marching forward. I kept my eyes trained forward and smiled at all the unfamiliar faces. They were all standing and staring at me. Some looked with anger, some with awe, and some with happiness. I tried to focus more on the happy ones so that they might be able to give me the courage that I'd need.

I continued on my trek that somehow seemed to be ending much too fast and risked a glance up.

Maxon's mouth hung open slightly as he looked at me and when his gaze met mine, he smiled. It was a slow, sexy smile that was meant for only me. His eyes held a fire as he stared at me, his stance firm and his head held tall with confidence as he stood beside the priest that would marry us. He was ready for this, that much was obvious from the expression on his face and the fire in his eyes.

Suddenly, the walk up to Maxon seemed much longer than it had two seconds ago. He was actually waiting for me to marry him.

I grinned once I'd finally reached him and he took my hand in his own. I could hear everyone sit as we turned toward the priest. He began his speech about love and so on but I mostly tuned him out, opting to focus on Maxon's hand in mine instead.

When it was time for our oaths came, Maxon went first. "America, you've been through so much in your life already. I'm ashamed to say that I wasn't always there for you, I wasn't always there to protect you when you needed me. But today, I promise that I will always be there for you. I will fight by your side and support all of the choices that you make so that you can be happy. I will love you with all of my heart for the rest of my life and I swear that I will always protect you and take care of you. I will put you before anyone else and I will give you everything that I am. My mind, body, and soul will always belong to you from this day onward. I promise to be a good husband and to love and cherish you for as long as we both shall live because today I will forever become yours."

Tears misted my eyes but I blinked them away, unable to break the hold that his gaze had on me. His eyes held a passion and truthfulness along with an infinite amount of tenderness as he slid his ring onto my finger. I wouldn't miss a second of that look as proclaimed me as his.

The priest turned to me and I realized that it was now my turn. I swallowed and then began. "Maxon, I've known for years now that you would be the only one for me. But when the road got tough, I chose not to fight for you…for us. It was a big mistake and I regret it more than anything else in my life. I promise that I will support you and never give up on us again. I will do my best to be a good wife and try to make you as happy as you make me. I will be faithful to you and try to express how much I love you each day. I promise to never give up on us again because I love you with my entire soul. I promise to love and cherish you for as long as we both shall live." I slid my ring onto his finger and saw his smile.

The priest grinned at us and said a few more things that I didn't really pay attention to before pronouncing us as man and wife.

Maxon grinned, not bothering to wait a second longer, and kissed me gently. He pulled me toward him and tilted my body back so that he was the only thing preventing me from falling.

The cheers of the crowd faded and I focused only on Maxon and the feelings exploding inside of me. His lips moved gently but urgently on mine, expressing his undeniable need and his extreme happiness just by touching me.

He ended the kiss after what seemed like seconds and allowed me to stand on my own power.

We turned to the crowd and started for the door, leaving behind the people that we loved so that we could stay on schedule.

Sylvia rushed us into a room and began shouting orders at a few maids nearby. My makeup was touched up and Maxon's suit was adjusted so that our appearances were perfect once again. Sylvia then rushed us to the ballroom where I reception would be held.

Everyone stared as we entered and I felt self conscious and nervous. Then, Maxon settled his hand on my waist and I instantly felt calmer – I could make it through this as long as my husband was by my side.

Hmm, husband. I like the sound of that.

Maxon led me to the middle of the dance floor and a performer began to sing. I didn't know who she was because Maxon had picked her but her voice was beautiful as she began singing a song that I remembered from my childhood.

Maxon twirled me elegantly around the room, each of his steps certain and powerful. Everything that he did had a purpose…every spin, twist, and step meant something.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear and I found my eyes closing for a second as his warm breath tickled my skin. "You look beautiful, America."

I grinned and kissed his neck gently because it was the closest piece of skin to my lips.

He growled low in his throat at that and–as the song drew to a close–he stopped and kissed me yet again.

I tugged him down to me gently and kissed him just as tenderly as he was kissing me, trying to express everything that I felt for him with the press of my lips to his.

He pulled away very quickly again and grinned at me when I chastised him quietly. He kissed me once more softly and then led me over to the table where the wedding party sat.

He held out my chair for me and helped me sit down before sitting in his own, keeping his hand in mine the entire time. Then, the speeches started.

Marley said that she was grateful to have friends like us, her speech warm and heartfelt. Anne, Mary, and Lucy all described my time during the Selection together. Kamber and Ceila talked about how much they felt like I was a part of their family as well and told a few anecdotes about the past that had me and everyone else in the room laughing. Maxon's friends teased him mercilessly in front of the crowd and we both took turns blushing at some of the things they said.

My dad threatened Maxon in a fatherly manner and told him to take care of me while my mom congratulated us both and said she was happy to have another son. Gerad seemed a little awkward but congratulated us quickly before taking his seat. Kenna teased me a little about stuff I did as a kid but told us that she was happy that I'd found someone good for me. Kota stiffly congratulated us and mentioned his artwork while looking directly into one of the cameras that was filming our wedding.

I thanked them all for their speeches and then it was time to throw my bouquet. To my surprise, Kamber caught it.

Then, Maxon led me over to a chair that one of the groomsmen had brought out. I sat down and blushed as Maxon smirked at me before disappearing beneath the ruffles of my dress. I stifled a giggle when his nipped at my skin before grabbing the garter and pulling it down my leg very slowly. He pulled it off completely, letting it hang in his teeth for a moment, before tossing it to the crowd.

Justice caught the garter. Kamber looked over to Justice and blushed deeply when he winked at her.

Kamber and Justice somehow found each other through the crowd and began to dance while Maxon led me to the floor for another one. This time, we kept things simple and just sort of shuffled from side to side slowly.

I pulled his head down to mine after about a minute and whispered in his ear just what I wanted to do to him.

He growled again and began to pull me away from the crowd.

Once we were out in the hall, I let my laughter take over. "Where are we going, Maxon?"

He turned to me and looked me directly in the eye, drawing me closer until we were pressed up against each other everywhere. "You can't just say something like that Mrs. Schreave. The party can go on without us for another hour or so."

I laughed the entire way to his–our–bedroom. Once he shut the door, his lips locked onto mine.

My heart thumped wildly in my chest as he laid me down on the mattress.

"I love you, America." he whispered softly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. "I love you too, Maxon."