For once, he was happy to be the center of attention. The speeches were great, minus the fact that Sami got kind of choked up over his best friend getting married. His surprise to Casey was a montage of their best moments in matches and while cutting promos during shows along with pictures taken of them at parties and such to "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey, courtesy of the WWE production crew, which had Casey in tears. The shrimp scampi that they had for dinner was amazing, in his opinion, but he had his eye on the cake. He'd wanted to taste more of that fucker since he and Casey had tasted it before paying for it. That half a slice was not enough in his opinion.

"The longer you stare at the cake, the slower I'll eat." Casey teased and he stared at her.

"You wouldn't."

"Gosh, I feel myself slowing down already, and you have sauce on your face." She pointed out and he smiled.

"Wanna get it for me?" She shook her head, but picked up her napkin regardless and wiped away the sauce on his cheek.

"You're such a messy man."

"Good thing I've got you."

"You're so charming." She stated sarcastically before he stole a kiss from her and went back to his dinner.

He was so excited to cut the cake, all because he really just wanted cake. So when Casey was done eating and "letting her food settle", as she'd put it, he practically carried her over to the cake. She played with the knife, using it as little sword until her mother scolded her by using the classic "you'll stab somebody in the eye", so she held her hand out to him and he placed his hand over hers on the knife handle and together they cut into the wedding cake, getting only their slices on plates before Casey stuck her finger in the frosting and wiped it on his nose. He mimicked her action as she sucked the frosting off her finger and she playfully glared up at him.

"You weren't supposed to do it back."

"All is far in love and war, right?" He teased and she rolled her eyes before he kissed her and the caterers rolled the cake away to cut the rest of the pieces. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Hello, beautiful." He greeted the slice as he sat down a Casey gave him a look.

"Why don't you just marry the cake?"

"People frown upon eating your spouse in this culture. Unless it's the sexy kind."

"We are at a wedding!" She whispered harshly and he just stated at her.

"It's our wedding. I think I'm allowed to drop innuendos on my wife whenever I feel like it. Especially when nobody is around us, Case." He stated and she rolled her eyes. "It feels really good to say 'my wife'. Especially since before you, I didn't think I'd ever get married." He admitted and she smiled at him as he wiped her fallen tear away with his thumb.

"I love you, Jon."

"I love you, too, Casey. Don't waste the cake."

"Of course not." She mumbled and he kissed her cheek before happily eating his cake.

When it came time for their first dance, he felt the nervousness set in again. The only time he had ever slow danced was at the Hall of Fame ceremonies with Casey, and they didn't really move. All they did was sway. But it was his wedding, why did he care if everyone knew that he wasn't a great slow dancer?

"You're thinking too much." Casey mumbled through her smile as they made their way to the dance floor and he looked down at her.

"We're both aware of my slow dancing abilities."

"Just have fun and hold me close. This is about us, not them." She instructed as his hand found her waist and he nodded, taking her hand in his while her free hand found his shoulder. "I feel like an awkward kid at the prom." She joked and he laughed as the song, the classic Elvis Presley hit "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You", started. He started to sway them to the beat, even taking a few steps as he softly sang along to the song, keeping his mouth by Casey's ear to ensure that only she heard him. She loved it when he sang to her, regardless of whether it was serious or joking. It was one of her favorite things to hear, other than him telling her that he loved her. So when the song changed and Casey's dad asked to step in, he was a bit disappointed because he finally got into a groove, but asked Kathy to be his dance partner and all was good for him.

It wasn't long before he and Casey were dancing terribly in the middle of their crowd of guests to "Treasure" by Bruno Mars and serenading each other.

"Somebody should teach you guys how to dance." Nikki teased from where she was recording them for a vine and Casey flipped her off.

"You can't insult the bride and groom on their wedding day." Jon scolded and Nikki laughed as she went in for a hug.

"You're officially a Colace-Garcia. I'm so happy for you guys." She shouted over the music and Jon smiled as he returned the hug.

"Thanks, bitch."

"Such a fucker." She laughed as they pulled apart and he looked to see that Casey had been whisked away by Adam and they were standing out on the balcony. "Wonder what that's about." Nikki mumbled and he shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. Dance with me, bitch."

"You got it, fucker."

"Adam, I don't understand." She mumbled, looking down at the envelope he had handed her.

"You will when you read it, Princess." He assured, leaning over the railing and looking out at the ocean. "There's a note for Jon in there, too. But the other five pages are all for you."

"You wrote me a five page letter?"

"It wasn't supposed be that long. But you know how I can get."

"Yeah." She said softly, leaning back against the railing so that she was facing the reception hall.

"I don't like the idea of you belonging to another man for the rest of your life." He murmured and she dropped her head. "Call it the dom in me if you want, but-"

"Adam, I know. But you've got to find solace in the fact that I'll be your Princess forever. I've never allowed another man to call me 'Princess' and I doubt that I ever will." Casey assured, patting his jacket and he shrugged.

"Promise me that."

"I already did. The morning that we broke up because we both wanted one more night." She reminded and he nodded as he straightened up and pulled her into a tight hug.

"You weren't supposed to grow out of that awkwardly adorable phase."

"Lita broke me out of that. She still scares me a bit." Casey admitted and Adam chuckled.

"You can take her."

"Now that I'm not twenty one? I bet."

Casey was ready to throw the bouquet. She really only wanted two people to catch it. Nikki or Kaitlyn. She'd be pleased with either.

"Stop stalling Casey!" Brie shouted and Casey laughed as she squatted to the best of her ability and lobbed the bouquet behind her. She heard the unmistakable squeal of Brad and looked back to see that he had been pushed down to the ground by everyone lunging for the bouquet, but Kaitlyn came out victorious in the end just as Casey felt a hand on her thigh.

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking down to see her husband on his knee, having long since ditched his jacket and was only in his grey waistcoat and tie over his shirt.

"Garter belt. Could you get a dress any tighter around your thighs?"

"It's only tight down there because your hand is up there." She countered and he rolled his eyes with a huff as he finally found what her was looking for and began pulling it down gently. She lifted her leg to the best of her ability so he could get it out.

"Thanks, babe." He grunted as he stood and she shook her head as he pulled back and slingshotted the garter into the crowd of men. "Calihan!" Jon cheered and Casey looked up at him.

"Did we just unintentionally set up our best friends?" She asked and he shrugged.

"I hope so."

Casey had long since ditched her heels and resorted to being on the shoes of whatever man she was dancing with. Dancing with Hunter like that was a bit awkward for her, but fun nonetheless. Her absolute favorite was dancing with Daniel like that to Zack Ryder's song "Hoeski" because they both knew all the words and had the best time dancing terribly and singing terribly together. But at the end of the night, swaying with Dean out on the balcony during the last dance was the most touching moment. Their first dance was one thing, but nothing beat listening to him promise her forever and a day while she silently cried tears of joy into the skin left exposed by the first buttons of his shirt being unbuttoned and his tie being tied around his forehead while his suit jacket rest on her shoulders, all while swaying together. She truly was at her happiest with him, and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else without him.