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Epilogue XXVIV – Wedding Dress Shopping

Beca let out a huge sigh as she stood outside the fifth store her friend's had dragged her to. On her left stood Stacie, Lily and Cynthia-Rose. On her right stood Fat Amy and Ashley.

Beca hated shopping at the best of times. More so she hated clothes shopping. But today was the day that all nine of the Bellas had arrived in New York and split off to take Beca and Chloe wedding dress shopping. Aubrey had of course taken Chloe with Sue Beale, and with them she'd enlisted the help of Emily, Jessica, and Flo.

Beca had been assigned Stacie and Fat Amy, the two Bellas she was closest to after Chloe. Cynthia-Rose had immediately volunteered to join them, always being a safe bet when it came to picking out a good outfit for a woman who hated wearing dresses. Ashley was asked to join Beca's team due to her straight-up honesty (there was no way she'd lie to Beca if she thought a dress she'd chosen was bad) and Lily had been told by Aubrey to keep an eye on Beca in case the petite brunette tried to make a run for it (something that had made Lily smile deviously).

"I've got a good feeling about this place!" Stacie said optimistically.

"You said that at the last store we went to.." Beca muttered unenthusiastically.

She was certain she'd never tried so many dresses on in her life. Every time her friends picked one out she grimaced. They were alright dresses, but they just weren't her. Beca watched as Stacie strode up to the door and walked inside the store. Beca felt Fat Amy nudge her, "Come on Shawshank, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go for dinner."

The Australian was right, she just had to grin and bear it then she could finally be reunited with Chloe and the rest of The Bellas for dinner at The Rubix Bar. This was always going to be the hardest part of the planning. Finding a dress. So with a sigh Beca slouched into the bridal wear store after Stacie, the rest of her 'team' following her.

Beca couldn't help but gawk at the expensive aura that seemed to envelope the interior of the store. Everything was white. The marbled floor, the walls, the ceiling. Huge mirrors lined one side making the room seem far bigger than it was. And opposite those mirrors were rails upon rails of wedding dresses. Beca gulped and immediately felt the little energy she had left seep from her body.

"Good afternoon ladies!" The store assistant greeted politely, "How can I help you today?"

"We're after a wedding dress for this one," Stacie said with a smile as she tugged Beca forward so the staff member could see her properly, "But she's not a fan of clothes shopping so…we're going to have to cut to the chase if that's okay?"

Beca hated being the centre of attention, and this right here? This was centre of attention. That was one of the things she loved so much about her fiancée. Chloe didn't mind being centre of attention. In fact being the only daughter – and the youngest child – of Sue & Jerry Beale, the redhead hadn't had much choice but be centre of attention growing up. And Beca sighed. She wished Chloe was here right now. The redhead knew her better than anyone and could often tell if Beca wasn't feeling so great without Beca having to actually say anything..

"She gets pretty grouchy pretty quickly.." Fat Amy whispered loudly and Beca frowned, turning to look over her shoulder at her friend who simply raised her eyebrows with a "yikes" type of expression.

"So I see…" the staff member said with caution as Beca turned back to look at her impatiently, "Okay well you're free to look at all the samples we have here. Did you have a budget in mind?"

Beca sighed as she noticed the woman's name tag, "It'll cost what it costs Cheryl. Just show me the fucking dresses." she said plainly, the staff member looking quite taken aback by her bluntness.

"See," Fat Amy said, pointing at Beca, "grouchy."

'Team Beca' began fanning out, taking a long rail each and sliding through each dress. Beca observed reluctantly, not enjoying the glances she'd get from her friends every once in a while as they tried to work out if the dress they'd just laid their hands on would suit the brunette.

Beca let out a sigh, then felt her phone vibrate in her back jeans pocket. She turned her back on her friend's as she pulled the device out to read the message sent. She hoped it'd be from Chloe, but to her surprise, it was from Jerry..

Jerry Beale chuckled as he wandered down the street, Alba trotting obediently by his side as they approached the dog park up ahead. In his left hand he held Alba's lead, and in his right hand he held a tennis ball. He'd never been one for wanting a dog as an adult. Despite years and years of his children and wife begging for a family dog he'd kept his foot down. Jerry himself had gone through heartache as a teen when the family dog had died. There was no way he ever wanted his wife and children to know that very heartache.

But there was nothing he could do now his children were grown adults and it hadn't surprised him in the slightest the moment Chloe had called himself and Sue to inform them that she and Beca were getting a puppy. And though Jerry had told himself to keep his distance from his daughter's dog, as well as the dog that his son had already got with his other half, Jerry had fallen head over heels for Alba within minutes of first meeting the puppy.

Jerry nudged the gate to the dog park open and let Alba off the lead, chuckling again as the white Labrador dashed off to greet the other dogs that were currently darting about the small park. He took a seat on one of the benches and let out a happy sigh. He didn't mind in the slightest that he was missing out on the chaos that he imagined 'Wedding Dress shopping' to be. Chloe's dress would cost what it cost, after all he only had one daughter. Though Jerry believed that his little girl could wear a black bin liner and still look stunning on her wedding day. He had faith though that with his wife and Aubrey Posen leading 'Team Chloe' around to find her dress, that they would find the perfect one in next to no time. Jerry pulled his phone out of his pocket. The women had been out shopping for almost six hours now though… perhaps things weren't going quite as successfully as he hoped they would?

Almost as if reading his mind, a message from his wife popped up on his phone screen and Jerry smiled as he read:

Twinkle had a slight breakdown in two of the stores but we think we've finally found the dress! Xxx

Jerry chuckled, remembering just how stressed his daughter had been when they'd taken her to pick a dress for her high school prom. The redhead had cried a lot and in the end Jerry had taken her and Sue straight home because even he had become stressed. To say that raising a daughter had been challenging for the parents who had only known raising sons was an understatement. But Sue and Jerry Beale wouldn't have it any other way.

Tell her Daddy can't wait to walk her down the aisle in it xx

The man looked up from his phone as Alba scrambled over to him, panting hard, her tongue hanging out as she wagged her tail to greet him. He chuckled, reaching a hand out and patting the dog on her head. The white Labrador sat at his feet, looking up at him expectantly and Jerry realised he still had the tennis ball in his hand. So with a deep breath Jerry threw the ball across the park, watching Alba scramble quickly away after it.

This was Jerry and Alba's favourite game. Chloe always commented on how much her dog adored her father because Jerry would happily throw a tennis ball for Alba all day. In fact at Christmas time Jerry did exactly that – he sat on the back porch of his home and threw a tennis ball for several hours on Christmas Day afternoon while Beca & Chloe had gone upstairs for a mid-afternoon nap.

The game was continued for several minutes until Jerry paused, wanting to send a photo to his daughter and daughter's fiancée. So with a big grin he looked down at the Labrador, holding his phone out, and as if Alba was used to having photos taken of her (which Jerry suspected Chloe did a lot) the dog appeared to sit deadly still and look up at him with her big puppy-dog eyes.

Jerry sent the photo with the caption, 'Alba misses her Mom's x ' then continued throwing the tennis ball for the dog who happily dashed off to fetch it. Within minutes Jerry received a reply from Beca and he had to admit, he felt sorry for the girl. He'd known Beca long enough to know that the brunette hated being the centre of attention, particularly if she didn't have his daughter by her side.

'Tell Alba I miss her more! And that I'm desperately hoping to be rescued from this hell very soon! X '

"Beca! Are you on your phone?"

Beca jumped, quickly turning and hiding her phone behind her back as Stacie looked at her accusingly, her own phone up to her ear.

"Um..no?" Beca said with an awkward expression stuffing her phone into her back pocket. She'd just sent Chloe a text telling her how much she missed her and wished she was here because Stacie was far more military about this whole 'wedding dress' situation than she'd expected and that perhaps Stacie had spent far too much time with Aubrey. Stacie rolled her eyes at Beca's response and the brunette instinctively pulled her phone back out to quickly text Chloe again, but by doing that she missed Stacie motioning to Cynthia-Rose and Lily to take Beca's phone from her.

So Beca let out a yelp as Cynthia-Rose lunged for her, pulling her to the ground while Lily expertly snuck the device from the petite brunette's fingers, "If that's my girlfriend, tell her I'm being held captive here against my will!" Beca cried out at the top of her voice to Stacie.

"Actually it's my gir-" Stacie quickly began to respond, but stopped mid-sentence as she realised what she had almost revealed, "-Aubrey…i-it's…my girl Aubreeeeey!" she said awkwardly, hoping she'd covered up the mistake. Fortunately for the leggy brunette, Beca was yelping so loudly, and Fat Amy had roared as she ran towards what had now become a bundle, ready to leap on top of the pile, 8 that Stacie had got away with it.

"Don't worry babe," Stacie mumbled under her breath, "we've taken her phone off…her…now…" and the brunette's sentence trailed off as her eyes caught sight of the most perfect outfit for Beca to wear at her wedding, "Bree, I'll call you back!" Stacie said, quickly hanging up the call.

Beca felt the breath leaving her lungs with a loud "oof" as Fat Amy tumbled onto Cynthia-Rose, who had Beca pinned to the ground. But a loud voice ricocheted off the walls around them and the small pile of Bellas froze as Cheryl, the store assistant, strode over to them. Her heels clicking while she frowned.

"Ladies! This is not an underground wrestling arena! Either you behave properly or I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" the woman's voice was shrill, and Beca immediately felt guilty. In her defence it hadn't been her fault. But just as she was getting to her feet and catching her breath, a voice rang out from the rails.

"Beca! I've found it!"

And Beca turned to Stacie as the leggy brunette tugged an outfit from within the depths of the wedding dresses. Her eyebrows raised. Then a small smile grew on her face. And for the first time all day, Beca felt a huge wave of relief rush over her body. Stacie wasn't kidding. She'd found it alright. She'd found the outfit that Beca would wear to her wedding.

Thank you all for your awesome reviews over the past few weeks :) I don't want to confuse you by answering them so many weeks later haha! But I promise I'll answer all the next ones from this chapter pronto!

Next chapter: The Bellas, Sue, Jerry & Alba hit The Rubix Bar for dinner. It's gonna be cuuuuute 3