A few years later…
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I walked down the hall on my father and mother's arm. My dress trailed grandly after me, and the veil hid my features.
The girls and I had been up since… since far too early, making sure everything was perfect; my hair, nails, make-up, dress, bouquet and etcetera.
Now it was the moment… the scariest time in my life, when I was leaving everything familiar and safe, and venturing into the unknown... but I was willing to take the risk… the plunge into something new and exciting.
"And you're sure, sweetheart?" dad asked, hugging me tight before we entered the room.
"I've never been so sure of anything, daddy." I said, calling him the name I had when I was little.
He smiled sadly, and I hugged my mom, trying to fight down the butterflies in my stomach.
The doormen pulled the doors open, and I heard the all too familiar music start playing. Every head in attendance swiveled to gawk at me, all smiling and nodding appreciatively.
The music swelled as I walked further down the isle, and I kept my sights straight ahead on my future husband who was gazing lovingly at me.
Mom and dad stopped at the alter, and my groom-to-be came down, taking my arm from my father and mother, saying a quick thank you to them for letting me marry him.
We went up to the alter, and listened to the preacher say his little "after I talk say 'I do' bit, and then the rings were brought.
It seemed so much like in the practices that it was like I was already married, but now, with all of the people watching us it felt like I was being torn from my family, even when it was voluntary.
I slipped the ring on his hand, and then he began.
The door to my youth was shutting, but right next to it a new one was opening. I could pick either of them, but time was running out.
The diamond ring was slipped onto my finger, and the old door was shut.
"You may kiss the bride."
He lifted my veil, and I smiled up at him, wondering if he felt the same feelings as I did.
He leaned down and kissed me, the exact way he had in that hospital room nearly five years ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Ethan Moore."
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Guys, I've loved writing for you, and will continue to do so.
But not for Phantom of the Opera.
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No, I'm going to be writing stories I specifically make up on my own, so I'll be listed in the 'misc.' part of
And now, with only minutes to spare before leaving, I conclude the series of Katey Douglas, or as she is now, Katey Moore.