Author's Warning: Lots and lots of fluff in chapter! But then again, which one of my chapters have no fluff?
P.S. I would like to know if you guys want an epilogue; it will take place in Johnathon's point of view, when he's 13. Just wondering if you guys are interested...

Chapter 8

"The Wedding"

(Cindy POV)

The wedding was as wonderful as any wedding could get. The theme was white, white, and white. The bridesmaids wore white dresses, and the groomsmen wore white tuxedos.

"Hey, Cindy," exclaimed Jimmy, amazed by how quickly the wedding had come.

Smiling,I fixed Jimmy's black bow tie before replying.

"Hey. But you know that you shouldn't see the bride in her dress before the wedding."

Jimmy smiled back at her and placed a kiss gently onmy lips, careful to not smudgemy makeup.

"I just couldn't keep myself away," he whispered while tugging his tie out of place.

Istuck her tongue out playfully and fixed his tie again.

"But still... I... I just wanted to keep up tradition."

Jimmy ledme in a slow dance in rhythm to the music coming from the Great Hall.

"Why don't we just start another tradition?"

"Well... As long as it only involves the groom seeing the bride before the actual wedding... Then, okay."

Ismiled and giggled as Jimmy bowed, just as the song ended.I glanced at the intricately carved wooden clock hanging above the door.

"Time to go, almost time for the wedding,"I muttered while patting his tuxedo, smoothing it of any creases.

Givingme a good-bye kiss, Jimmy smiled before disappearing out the door.

"I'll see you in a little bit, dear," he said in a very sarcastic tone.

Istruggled to keep her laughter in asmy mother strode into the room, looking as if she had a very bad smell under her nose.

"At least you did one thing right, Cynthia," she said in an icy tone. "You managed to marry the richest man in America."

"And some parts of Europe, Mother," I chimed in.

Sasha smiled before setting down a lovely bouqet of Baby's Breath on the small table intended for such purposes.

"I'm so glad you're finally getting married, darling. I've seen you suffer too much," she said before sitting down on a couch, fluffy with giant pillows.

I smiled back at my mother, also glad I was getting married.

"I know, Mom. I've been wanting this fora long time, too. Don't you remember that day, that faithful day, when I came home, back from Washington D.C.?"

She nodded, and I continued, "I was devastated!"

I sat down next to her, trying to decrease the poofage of my wedding dress.

"But now your dream has come true, my dear," she said, her eyes swimming with tears.

I smiled at her, sympathetic for once in my bleak life.

"Thanks Mom... I-I didn't know you actually cared," I whispered, my voice cracking slightly as I did.

She looked up and laughed a bitter laugh.

"Ever since your father ran out on us, you've always been a miserable little girl. Then you became a miserable young lady. But I find that it isn't too late for you to not be miserable."

I saw that her tears fell freely now, and I embraced my mother with more love than I had with Jimmy.

"Thanks Mom. I'm going to... I'll miss you when I move to New York with Jimmy and Johnathon," I said with much-needed emotion.

She smiled for the third time and kissed both of my cheeks.

"Thank you, my princess... I will miss you also. But don't forget to call. Or forget to send plane tickets so I can visit my grandson and my genius son-in-law!"

Princess. She hasn't called me that since I was a little girl.

"Okay. I won't forget to do any of that, Mom," I exclaimed, jumping up in time for a loud chiming coming from the Great Hall.

"It's time for the wedding!" whispered Sasha excitedly. And I couldn't blame her; I was also very, very excited.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, to bless James Isaac Neutron and Cynthia Aurora Vortex in holy matrimony..."

I hardly heard the priest during the whole ceremony, and when the time came to say our 'I do's', I was so nervous that I accidentally said, "I shrew."

Laughter emitted from all the guest, including Jimmy.

I glared at him before clearing my throat and saying the proper, "I do."

Jimmy slid a ring on my finger and looked to the priest. He nodded and proclaimed in an overly loud voice, "You may now kiss the bride."

I heard Jimmy mutter "Finally!" before leaning in to kiss me with all his heart.

Cheers erupted from all around as Jimmy and I left the cathedral; flowers were thrown from all directions.

We climbed into Jimmy's newly improved hovercar, which actually looked like a car for once, not just a large inner tube, and flew away. We could see the crowd pulsate as we flew directly overhead.

Jimmy looked into my eyes, and I studied those vast pools of intelligence.

"I love you, Cynthia Aurora Vortex."

I laughed, tears forming in my eyes. And not just because I was being pelted in the face with stinging air, but because I could've sworn to the devil that I was the happiest woman on earth.

"I love you too, James Isaac Neutron!"