CHAPTER 9
Someone tell me how this day has come so fast, because I just cannot fathom how twenty-four-hours went by in like twenty-four-minutes.
In exactly three hours from now, the whole of Gardenia will be gathering at the Church to watch two people who could not be anymore wrong for each other get married. I'm not saying this because every bone in my body hates Krystal, or because every cell in my body lives for Helia. Nope, I'm saying it because it's true; Helia and Krystal do not belong together. It's like asking a bunny and a sea urchin to live together till death do them apart. It practically makes no sense.
Which is why I'm completely shooketh with the fact that the two have been together for like, what? Four years? And, as far as I'm concerned, haven't had any tragic issues amongst them. Apart from Helia's entire family disapproving of their relationship; how romantic.
But I guess that just proves to show that opposites do attract and love is unexpected and what not. Honestly, I think if it was any other girl in the world I would be a lot less bitter about the wedding, but my childhood enemy? Even in my head it sounds cliché. The sick feeling in my stomach isn't because I potentially still have feelings for Helia, no this has everything to do with Krystal. Now, I'm not the kind of person to hold grudges or to start unnecessary drama but with that witch of a human, I can't help it. I have no filter.
Growing up she was the only one who managed to make me feel insecure about myself, the only one that made me feel like complete horse shit. And Helia knew this, and here he is getting married to her.
But even now when I look back and think of it all as petty, high school drama, I still cannot bring myself to forgive Krystal. Especially when she dropped that bomb five years ago just before Helia and I were about to say 'I do'.
And now there's nothing I can do to get back at her for what she did; she won. And I'm pretty damn sure she knows it too.
"Mum, I'm leaving!" I yelled as I grabbed my purse and house keys and opened the front door.
"Oh honey. Are you sure you don't want to come to the wedding?" My mum asked walking out onto the landing upstairs. I rolled my eyes before turning around to look up at her.
"Hundred and one percent," I said, forcing a smile. "Besides, someone has to babysit Mhamó,"
"I still think you both should come. You're just being stubborn."
"Stubborn with a reason. Look, I don't want to go to that church and get flooded with the memories of the last time I was there. Too painful and too unnecessary. I'll see you in the evening, okay? Bye!" I quickly ran out the door before she could say anything else and legged it to the McGregors' house. Ten minutes later I was stuck, frozen in their driveway. All four cars were parked outside, which meant everyone was still home. I mentally cursed Mhamó for insisting I came over at nine O'clock, of course it was just my luck that the whole McGregor family (plus Krystal) had to be home at that time too. Letting out a long sigh, I grudgingly made my way up to the front door, wincing at the hell that was about to break lose as soon as that door opened. I guess it's partially my fault since I've been avoiding Adriana since that time she walked in on Mhamó and I baking. And even worse, I've been circumventing Roland, Helia's dad, like the literal plague. I have not seen him even once since I arrived in Gardenia, about three weeks ago, in fear of him having not moved on from the apparent 'shame' I brought upon his family.
I contemplated making a run for it as soon as I rang the doorbell, but the door flew open as soon as I pressed the button; and just my luck it was Roland that opened it.
"Flora?" He growled, making me wince slightly. His lips were drawn into a straight line and his eyes were barely concealing any anger that was radiating off him. "You have some nerve showing up here, today of all days."
It took every muscle in my body to refrain myself from rolling my eyes; you'd think with all the time that had past he'd have at least tried to be civil with me. I guess not.
"Actually, Mr. McGregor, I was invited here."
"Oh really? By who?" He half asked, half demanded.
"Mhamó." I said softly, biting back a smug smile as I watched his angry demeanour cripple in defeat. No one can question anything Mhamó says or does; not even Roland McGregor.
"Are you sure this isn't your way of trying to sneak back into my son's life and ruin it?" He shot, causing me to clench my fists at my side. Out of everyone, Roland was probably the one who gave me the hardest time after the breakup. Even Helia walked away eventually, retreated, gave up. But not Roland. He made sure I knew everyday how much he hated me for what I, apparently, did.
And to be completely honest, it both surprised me an awful lot and yet didn't as well. Roland and I had a very good relationship before, hell he practically treated me like the daughter he never had, which is why he probably did what he did (or still does). He was probably just as hurt as somebody that had gotten cheated on.
"Please, I don't want anything to do with your son. Not anymore."
He growled; "Then I suggest you stay the hell away from him and Krystal."
"It would be my pleasure," I said, walking past him into the house where I, once again, froze.
Oh my God.
His entire extended family was sitting in the living room. I'm talking about every aunt and uncle and cousin and grandparent from all four corners of the world, crammed into the McGregor's living room. And they were all staring at me with a gobsmacked expression on their faces as I stood like a Michelangelo statue in front of them. I haven't seen any of them since the wedding. I practically prayed that I wouldn't ever again, and now here they all were looking at me like I was a pile of dog poo.
Roland followed behind me with a satisfied smirk on his face as the awkward silence engulfed us all. When I woke up in the morning I knew it was going to be a crappy day but nothing could have prepared me for the amount of silent shade that was being thrown at me this very moment.
"Flora Maxwell what the- "But I never got to here the end of Helia's second cousin's statement because Noah practically ran up to me and yanked me into the hallway; away from everyone's deathly glares. I let out a huge sigh as I leaned against the wall.
"What was she thinking?" I hissed, rubbing my hand down my face. Noah looked at me sympathetically before his eyes glazed over with anger.
"Krystal invited them all over before the wedding. I don't know who gave her the right to do that yet, but I swear to God –"
"Shh," I whispered, placing my hand across his mouth to shut him up, quickly glancing to my left. Did he have to be so loud?
"Sorry, it's just, gosh I don't know. I've just been an awful mood since I woke up."
"Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I muttered sarcastically.
"My bed is pushed up against a wall, Flora. There is only one way to get out of it."
"Technically you can crawl to the foot of the bed and –"
"No one does that."
"You could,"
Noah gave me an exasperated look which made me shut up; this wasn't a time to make jokes.
I sighed; "Where's Mhamó then. I'll go hideout in her room until everyone's left,"
"We moved her in the guest room downstairs," Noah said nodding his head towards the other end of the corridor. I smiled up at him and started walking towards the room when Krystal came flaunting down the stairs with a huge, ugly grin on her face.
Wasn't it bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding? What was she doing here?
"Flora Maxwell what are you doing here?" She screeched. Oh, for God's sake.
I turned around to look at her as Noah came and stood by my side, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
I forced a smile on my face and shrugged; "I came to keep Mhamó company so she doesn't get bored while you're all at the wedding."
"That's very sweet of you. But cut the act, I know you just came here to sabotage my big day, to get revenge from five years ago?" she said sweetly, batting her long mascara-coated eyelashes.
I snarled, and Noah clenched his fists.
"You're really full of yourself to think everything I do is in spite of you, Krystal."
"Oh please, Flora. We both know you're jealous now that I'm getting married to Helia – something you never got the chance to do,"
"At least I didn't have to lie my way into that situation,"
"What's going on here?" We all spun around to look at Helia, who was walking out of the kitchen and stopping a few meters away from us with a confused look on his face. I gulped. I forgot how good the man looked in a tux. I averted my eyes to the floor and tried to control myself, but holy shit.
At this moment Roland and Adriana walked out into the hallway, and Krystal – sensing her new audience – straightened up her posture and batted her eyelashes and gave them all a sickening smile. One that I would just love to smack right off.
"This witch of a woman just tried to threaten me out of marrying Helia!"
"WHAT?!" Noah, Adriana, Helia and Roland bellowed. I raised my eyebrow; I'm sorry, what?
"That's literally the stupi- "Before Noah could finish calling Krystal out, I burst out laughing. I'm talking full on, on the verge of hysteria, kind of laughter. I literally had tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I don't see what's funny about that." Roland barked causing me to finally bring my laughter to a halt.
"Sorry, I just, oh my God," I said, laughing once again, "No way. I couldn't care less about your wedding, in fact, quite frankly, I've never been so excited."
"You haven't?" Adriana asked, uncertainly. I nodded.
"Oh yeah, these two are perfect for each other. It's like a really crappy cliché you know? Krystal's been pining over Helia for like fifteen years and now Helia finally feels the same way. Oh, it's perfect." Krystal blushed, clearly looking embarrassed.
"I didn't know you liked me that long," Helia said raising his eyebrow at his fiancé. I pinched myself to stop me from rolling my eyes.
"Wow, you really are oblivious." I remarked, hoping he could feel the venom in my voice; "Anyway, you two are like Romeo and Juliet and I wish you the same ending," I continued, entirely aware of the tragic ending in the play. Noah scoffed which just caused me to burst out laughing again, and naturally he joined in as well.
"Noah. How dare you let her mock your brother and laugh a long." Roland spat, "That is not how I raised you."
"You're right. You raised me to believe in what's right and not give in to lies, which is what I'm doing."
"Do not start this again Noah, I don't want to hear it."
"That's exactly what your problem is, if you actually gave your time to listen then we wouldn't be in this place and I wouldn't be forced into welcoming a cold-blooded witch into my family."
"NOAH MCGREGOR THAT'S ENOUGH!" Adriana yelled, causing me to jump. "You've said enough. Go get ready, we'll be leaving in five minutes."
I took this as my cue to quickly slip out of the mini soap opera that blew up in my face and make a run for it to Mhamó's room before I was practically thrown out. But before I took off, I stole a quick glance at Helia and felt the urge to slap him then and there. He had the literal nerve to clench his jaw and glare threateningly at his brother who was storming his way up the stairs. I don't understand how a person could be THIS ignorant to what he's giving his life to. As for Krystal, she had the audacity to play victim and pretend to be on the verge of tears. She gave me a quick wink before I decided I've had enough and walked away.
I didn't even bother knocking on the door before letting myself storm into Mhamó's room. She gave me one look before bursting into a fit of laughter. I raised my eyebrow at her as she continued to shake in her wheelchair.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, quite panicked. The way she was laughing was slightly unnerving. Like as if she knew something that I didn't. Actually, scratch that, it's because she practically looks like she's having a seizure.
"My son is an idiot." She said simply before coming closer to me and taking me by the hand and tugging me to the love seat on the far end of the room.
"I just don't understand how they don't see how awful Krystal is."
"Oh they see, the whole lot does. But Helia, well, he's determined. Believes he's in love."
I raised my brow at this; "What, you don't think he's in love?" I asked sarcastically, highly amused.
"Of course not. Helia may be a lot of things, but he's not a fool to love someone like that. He's smart, handsome, charming and rich. He could have anyone in the world, and I just can't understand why he would settle for someone like her. No matter what he says, I refuse to believe he's in this for love."
I groaned, "Mhamó, cut it out. Helia is the only one who can decide who he loves and who he doesn't. You can't speak on his behalf."
"Yes I can, I'm his grandmother."
"Yes, his grandmother. Not his self-conscious. I know you don't approve of this wedding, but that doesn't mean you can just question his feelings for Krystal. Helia is smart enough to know whether or not he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. It's his decision and nothing you say will change that, so please, just drop it now. You're his grandmother and this is a very big day for him, you're supposed to be there for him, not questioning it."
Mhamó sat there staring at me in disbelief. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it immediately. Tears formed in her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. All she did was nod. Continuously.
It was harsh to just drop a bomb on her like that, but she needed to hear it. I felt bad in the moment, but I knew it was the right thing to do. She had to know that it wasn't going to help either of us if she continued questioning Helia's intentions, he was twenty-eight years old and was perfectly capable enough to make his own decisions; no matter how stupid. I mean yes, I don't particularly like Krystal. But that doesn't mean she's not likeable. For all I know she just may have a really rough spot for me and is, in fact, a real sweetheart (Ew, actually on second thought, I'd rather scoop my eyeballs out with an ice cream scoop than believe that)
Krystal, although a complete bitch to me, is super smart, hard working and she did look really gorgeous in that wedding dress. (Again, ew.)
This may make me a hypocrite, because as much as I did want to run her over with a cruise ship, I just couldn't bring myself to talk badly about her anymore. Maybe this was just me being the bigger person, or me finally accepting their relationship, but I'm done letting this wedding affect me so much because, in reality, it was just really so unnecessary in my life. I have my own relationship to be hung over.
Almost an hour later, Mhamó finally spoke up. "You're right," she whispered, "I'm a horrible grandmother."
I practically felt my heart shatter into pieces.
"No." I said firmly, "You're a wonderful grandma. The best."
"No, a wonderful grandma would stand by her grandchildren no matter what they decide. A wonderful grandma would be watching her grandson exchange vows with his bride. A wonderful grandma would not be sitting here having a mini pity party for herself."
"Okay…maybe you aren't a wonderful grandma." I joked, nudging her shoulder. She snorted before smiling sadly. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you off like that."
"No. You're right. He's old enough to choose who he wants to marry. Acushla, I think I want to go to the church,"
Oh noooo.
"What?" I shrieked, before clearing my throat, "I mean, uh, really? Great! I could drop you off if you'd like?"
"No, don't be silly, you're coming with me."
"Uh uh. No. No way. I'm good, thanks."
"You are coming with me because you're the only one willing to leave at any moment…please? I just want to go show my face and then we can leave." She looked at me with so much emotion and hope on her face that I felt like if I said no I'd be practically asking for a ticket to hell.
"I'm practically in sweats."
Her face broke into a huge grin as she clapped her hands together. "Oh, thank you! No worries, we'll stop by your house so you can quickly change. We'll have to hurry though, we need to get there before they say the 'I do's'"
"Why do you want to be there for that?"
Her face paled as she quickly shook her head and let out a forced laugh; "Well, isn't that the whole point of the wedding?"
If it was anyone else in the world I would have read too much into her sudden nervousness, but it was Mhamó and so I knew it was probably nothing.
We walked out of the room and, thankfully, saw the house was empty. Mhamó grabbed the car keys from the bowl in the kitchen and threw them at me. I helped her up the ramp and into the car and fastened her seatbelt before running 'round to the driver's side and jumping in, silently praying that I do not crash the McGregor's car because I did not want to give them another reason to hate me.
Once we reached my house, I quickly ran inside to change into something more appropriate for my ex's wedding.
After I had practically pulled apart both mine and Myla's closet, I finally settled for a white sleeveless fit and flare, v neck bodice with navy embellishments that reached just a few inches above my knee. Pairing it off with silver heels and a simple updo, I quickly ran back down and practically dove into the driver's seat.
"Jesus Acushla. You look stunning!"
"Oh shit. Do you think I over did it? I don't want to 'steal Krystal's spotlight' or anything."
"There's nothing we can do about that, wait. Flora your face is so bare, you could have at least put on lipstick or something,"
"Excuse me but you're the one who was rushing me out,"
"Don't blame your laziness on me, here, I'm sure Adriana keeps one handy in the glove box," Mhamó said, as she began searching through the cabinet in front of her. She smiled in satisfaction as she pulled out a small tube of lip gloss before throwing it at me, "Here. It's just going to have to do."
I rolled my eyes as I looked into the rear-view mirror and applied the pink lip gloss to my apparently bare lips.
"Much better," She grinned as I handed it back to her and she chucked it back into the compartment.
Only once I had parked the car in the parking lot and gotten Mhamó out of the car did the wave of uneasiness hit me. I didn't have time to mentally prepare myself for this. There was no way I could just walk into that hall like it was nothing. How did I let Mhamó talk me into this?
"Relax Flora, I can practically feel you hyperventilating."
I laughed at her bluntness before walking behind her and slowly pushing her towards the main door. Thank God for the ramp that was built into the structure because there was no way in this life I would have been able to heave Mhamó and her wheelchair up those stairs. Even those hours spent training weren't enough to turn me into the hulk.
Luckily, no one noticed us walk into the ceremonial hall, they were all so focused on what was going on at the altar. Hallelujah.
And luckily for Mhamó, the bride and groom hadn't said the two dreaded words.
I, reluctantly, wheeled her to the only two seats available…in the middle, thus earning the attention of practically everyone in the backrows. I guess I spoke too soon. I could practically hear the gossip that was building up.
I had to give it to them; this place looked amazing. Krystal really had some good taste. As I scanned the room in search of my family I couldn't help but admire the impressive flower decorations that created that amazing tulip scent that I loved. To be completely honest, I was kind of surprised that Krystal hadn't gone entirely overboard with the whole decoration aspect of the wedding. In fact, it seemed a bit too simple for Krystal and a little part of me was impressed. Until Mhamó informed me that Adriana had given her a strict budget that she had to follow, then I was just amused.
Mhamó's phone buzzed with an incoming notification and I peeled my eyes away from the wedding altar to see who could possibly be messaging her right now. But she was too quick for me because she had already read the message and put the phone back on her lap. Two minutes later she was tugging on my dress in attempt to get my attention.
"Yeah?" I asked, my eyes not leaving the front of the room.
"Can we go."
"What?" My eyes snapped to look at her and she shifted uncomfortably, "But they're literally about to say 'I do'. Isn't that what you came here for?"
"Yeah but I just can't watch him do it. I'm sorry Acushla, I really tried, but no. Please? At least just help me out?"
I sighed and stood up, she smiled gratefully at me as I pushed her into the aisle and made my way towards the door.
"If anyone can show a valid cause as to why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace,"
Hah, would I like to speak.
"I would,"
I'm sorry what?
I quickly spun around in shock and horror as I watched Noah stand up from his seat in the front. I looked down at Mhamó who had a knowing smirk on her face as she gestured me to turn her around too. What in holy matrimony is going on?
"Noah?!" I heard Adrianna gasp.
"We would too," Brandon said, as he, Stella and Myla both stood up.
Oh no no NO. Please don't let this be happening.
"I would too."
I, along the rest of the crowd, gasped as we turned to face the door where Cameroon Cooper stood awkwardly.
Oh, would you look at that, I'm about to faint.
"Cameroon?!" I heard Krystal yell from the front. At this moment I had no idea where to look. I just wanted to run out of here and never come back. I was used to attention, but this? This is the kind of attention I've been trying to avoid by not coming back for five years. The kind of attention I practically ran away from.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" Roland's voiced echoed throughout the hall, finally causing me to rip my eyes off the man walking towards me.
"Flora, I am SO sorry, I should have done this ages ago." Cameroon whispered as he walked past me.
What the hell is going on?
"It's about time he showed up." I heard Mhamó grumble below me. Was this some kind of a joke? I was practically stunned to silence as I watched both Noah and Brandon pull out a whole ass projector screen from literally nowhere and set it up in front of everyone. Helia looked beyond confused, and if I wasn't feeling the exact same thing, I would have been tempted to laugh. Whereas Krystal…she looked like a ghost, practically on the verge of passing out. Like as if someone had just walked right up to her and slapped her across the face. Hah I wish!
"Roland, sit down and listen to what they have to say." Mhamó said, her voice giving off no emotion, but her face was full of excitement. Roland stared at his mother in shock before obeying and taking his seat. Again, I was stunned silent.
"People of Gardenia, five years ago we were all gathered here to celebrate what would have been one of the biggest days in the history of Gardenia. But unfortunately, that day was cut short because of, well, more a lie than a misunderstanding." Noah spoke into a microphone, he glanced at me quickly, gave me a wink, before turning his focus back to the audience. I cannot believe this is happening. I cannot believe this is happening. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING; "And for five years you've all been tricked into believing something so stupid, so utterly ridiculous, that you should all feel ashamed for. I am ashamed for you. We are ashamed for you." He gestured to Brandon, Stella, Myla and Cameroon who were standing beside him.
"If any of you really knew my sister, you'd know that she is the kindest, most honest and loveable person amongst everyone in this room. At twenty-eight years old she is still to do something wrong and I can guarantee you I will be waiting for that day when I'm in an old person's home. It's about time you all knew the truth about five years ago. Now if you will all turn your attention to the photo on the screen," Brandon said, gesturing to the white screen behind him. I groaned. This was so not happening. When did my life turn into a tragic cliché? "You will see a photo dated Friday the tenth, twenty-thirteen. If you remember, this was the night before Helia and Flora's wedding. This photo was taken at Flora's bachelorette party, where she supposedly got super drunk, thus cheating on her fiancé, Helia."
"But that did not happen. Yes, Flora left the club early, but where did she go? She went to pick up Grace, Helia's grandmother, because Flora insisted that there was no one she would rather celebrate her last night of the single life with." Stella piped in as a photo of Mhamó and I drinking a shot appeared on the screen. Mhamó, along with a few others, chuckled. Nope, this isn't happening.
"And now for the truth. Five years ago, I was crazy in love with Krystal Jefferson. I was blinded by her beauty and charm that I failed to see what kind of a person she truly was. Until that night. Krystal called me up at around ten O'clock at night and told me her plan to break Flora and Helia apart. At first, I didn't understand why she was telling me this but then I realised she was asking for my help. And like a dog, I obeyed her every command. She promised me a future with her, gag, said that once she'd accomplished this, we'd live happily ever after, again- gag. I believed her, like a fool, because she was good, she was great at being manipulative and cunning which is why her plan worked out oh so well." Cameroon's voice was loud and clear and had everyone sitting on the edge of their seat – including Mhamó, which was very dangerous actually.
"Krystal used Cameroon's love and affection to her benefit as she knew he would pretty much do anything for her. She told him to pretend that he and Flora hooked up on the night of her bachelorette party and to tell everyone on the day of the wedding what they had done." Now the audience wasn't even being subtle about their conversations anymore. Myla's words were erupting so many emotions amongst them all; "But that's not it. The priest; Mr. Parkinson. You were involved in this devious plan too, weren't you?" That's where even I was shook. That I did not know. "Krystal bribed Mr. Parkinson into approving her reason against the marriage without, something all of you seemed to have forgotten, evidence. You all just jumped to conclusions and took their word for it but none of you asked for any proof of Flora and Cameroon hooking up. None of you questionned Krystal's sources – who I guess was supposed to be Cameroon – but the fact that none of you even bothered to think for a second that there is no way our Flora would do something like that to Helia. So like Noah said, you should be ashamed of yourselves for every rude remark you threw at my poor sister. Grace, do you have anything you'd like to say?"
Mhamó beamed and started wheeling her way forward, leaving me standing at the centre of the aisle, frozen in shock and embarrassment.
"Helia, I love you. I really, really love you and because of that, there was no way I was going to let you get married to someone based on a lie. Flora insisted I let it go but I just could not. Now I didn't plan this whole thing with complete hope that you'd cancel the wedding, no, I planned it so now this is entirely your decision. I've done my part and now however you decide to proceed from here on is entirely up to you and I will step aside," Mhamó said, holding her grandson's hand. And the look on Helia's face; gosh I felt that. It was pain and anger and sadness and confusion all rolled tightly into one and then splashed onto his face, and I felt that on serious levels. He turned to look at Krystal, who even with her fake tan, looked pale. Her make up was ruined due to the tears spewing down her face and she was trembling so much I thought she was going to fall over.
"Krystal is all this true?" Helia asked. Not going to lie; that hurt. He asked her if it was true but when I was in that same situation he didn't even give me a second look as he stormed out of the wedding hall. Krystal didn't move, she just stood there staring at her shoes.
"Krystal Jefferson answer his question right now!" Krystal's mum demanded, storming onto the altar to stand in front of her daughter. Krystal looked up at both Helia and her mum and slowly nodded.
"I'm sorry," She squeaked, before something flashed across her face, almost as if she just realised something. She turned to look at me and all the emotions drained from her face as rebound anger engulfed her features. "YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU LIFE RUINER! YOU – "But I didn't stay to hear the rest of her stewing. I spun around on my heel and strutted out of the hall, ignoring everyone behind me that was calling my name. I didn't want to hear what they wanted to say; not yet at least. Right now, all I wanted was to go home, back to Las Angeles. Where the only drama I had to face was the kind that some snobby, stuck up models caused. This was too much for me to digest; way too unnecessary. I was angry and embarrassed, and I just couldn't think straight for all it was worth. A part of me wanted to stick around; to listen to them apologize. It was what I wanted for the past five years, all I wanted was for everyone to find out the truth. But not like this. This was too embarrassing and way too painful. Seeing the way Roland and Adriana look like they had been slapped across the face. And Helia…God, Helia.
No, it was too painful.
Kicking off my heels, I quickly made a run for it to a place where I knew most people wouldn't look for me. I'll deal with them later, right now I just needed to think. Because as for now, there was only one thing I was sure of; I should have never gotten on that flight. Coming back to Gardenia was a mistake and I knew I would regret it.
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Your wish is my command!
To all of you that kept reviewing how you didn't want Helia and Krystal getting married, well this is for you. Even though it was kind of obvious that I wouldn't let that happen.
And even though it was kind of unrealistic, I hope you enjoyed it!
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