Disclaimers: I didn't own them before, and I don't own them now.

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! Thanks to all of you who took the time to r/r-I really appreciate it! You guys rule.

There are many gardens at the White House-way to many for me to keep track of. But there's a tiny one, hidden away in a corner that, for some reason, happens to be Dr. Bartlet's favorite. I've always loved it, I think because it strikes me as a sweet, romantic, spot. It's the perfect spot for a romantic tryst.

And all of a sudden, it becomes clear to me-I've been set up. Figures.

The garden is pitch black when I get there. If I was supposed to be "gotten out of the way" they could have at least given me some light. After trampling around like an elephant for a few minutes, in an attempt to find someplace to sit, I finally give up and sit on the ground.

This sucks. If I thought I was pathetic before...well let's just say this has given a whole new dimension to my definition of pathetic.

And that was the exact moment the twinkle lights turned on.

"Smooth move, dimwit." I hear CJ say. "You were supposed to turn them on before she got here."

"I'm sorry CJ. I forgot." Sam answers meekly.

The entire garden looks like, well, quite frankly, a movie scene. "What the hell is going on CJ? I swear to God, I will find a new way to maim you!" I must look ridiculous. I mean, I'm sitting on the ground in a dress that looks like it ran away from the circus.

Wait a minute. The entire garden looks like a movie scene. I'm dressed up like a princess. Now, if this is following the general blueprint, Prince Charming should be coming out...right about now.

And at that exact moment, I saw him.

He was wearing a tux, and leaning casually against the gazebo as if he had nothing on his mind but whether or not he was going to play tennis tomorrow.

I'm waiting for it: the patented Josh Lyman smart remark. Or even better: the "Donna why aren't you working?" speech. I can't wait. It would just make tonight all the more special. Maybe if I crawl away slowly he won't notice. Or even better, I can set up a diversion. I wonder if CJ still has those flairs.

"Donna, aren't you going to tell me how handsome I look?"

I wouldn't know. My eyes suddenly got all watery. Must be the lighting.

"Donna?" Josh looks really worried. "Donna please say something."

"I'm going to kill CJ." Sniffle. "And Sam." Sniffle.

"Okay...Donna? Did I...I mean...I think there may have be some crossed..." Josh looks completely lost. "I thought this is how you wanted it to end."

"What" sniffle. "do you mean Josh?" Sniffle.

"Well, CJ said that you wanted to be wooed, so I thought that this would make you...wooed."

"Josh...I, I thought that you didn't..." Well said.

He comes over to me and kneels down. When I finally get enough courage to look him in the eye...well, I never thought a man would ever look at me the way Josh did at that moment. His eyes spoke volumes. "I'm not really sure how to say this." For once in his life the Great Joshua Lyman is speechless. "Donnatella Moss, I love you more than anything else. I'm sorry I had to trick you into thinking that I didn't care. But CJ told me how you wanted it to be all romantic, so we came up with this plan."

Aha! I knew CJ was working against me. For some reason though, it doesn't bother me that much. I think it has something to do with the fact that Josh is kissing me like he just got the news he was being sent of to war tomorrow. Yeah, I think that has a lot to do with it.

So, ladies and gentlemen, this is my story; this is how I fell in love with and won the man I plan on marrying at some point in my life. Josh insists that we are together now because of his ingenious planning, but we all know the truth. We all know that the greatest criminal mind of all time planned this scheme.

That's right. My mommy.

So ladies, when your mother tells you she's coming into town to fix you up with the man of your dreams, don't run for the hills.

Instead, do everything you can to stop her, because that just makes her more determined. And there is no one more determined than a mother on a mission.