"I'm getting married Saturday, aren't I?" Massie's voice wasn't above a whisper. The room was silent, no one wanting to confirm her biggest nightmare.

"We'll annul it. We'll file with the court, we'll get him re-arrested, we can make him violate his parole."

"Dad, we can't...we can't do anything." Massie Block's voice finally cracked, and her shoulders slumped down into a slouch no one at this table had witnessed before. "It's too soon, we have no time to do anything. We can do whatever we want to end it, but it still means Saturday I'm marrying this man."

The table fell silent.

The next day felt like a blur for Massie. Tristan was being released tomorrow, and their wedding was now set for the day after. Saturdays used to be Massie's favorite day of the week, but now, it felt like an omen.

She couldn't concentrate since the meeting her friends and family had the day before where her father broke the news of Tristan's request to her. It was like everyone was speaking in another language to her, her brain couldn't formulate proper sentences, and she just felt so nauseous and dizzy all day.

Between the emergency wedding meetings and decisions that she had to handle, Derrick being gone with Josh, Alicia, Dylan, and Chris literally all day, and her father's solemn eyes of understanding and regret, Massie was ready to crack down the middle. She spent the day floating through each meeting, thanking Gawd for her psychiatrist's prescriptions which attempted to keep her calm.

Len had stopped by during the middle of the day, seeing Massie for the first time dressed in a pair of actual all black yoga pants and a faded Briarwood Soccer crewneck sweatshirt that hung off of her slim figure. Her eyes had bags underneath that belonged at Balenciaga's Rodeo showroom, and despite her perfect manicure and hair style, she looked like she was falling apart.

Massie didn't know what Len was having her sign, and quite frankly, didn't care enough to even read it. She was numb to this, that her life would be reduced to being a woman on the arm of a man who stole her family's company and her future from her. She'd probably end up becoming out of those Hamptons housewives who rely on Chardonnay and Xanax. Well, she was already halfway there.

"Massie, I know it feels like hope is lost."

"Because it is." She replied bleakly, watching out one of the study's windows as the new marble fountain that was literally built overnight bubbled and foamed.

"I don't think you quite underst-"

"Please, for the love of Gawd and all that is holy, do NOT tell me that I don't understand. I understand that this is the end of me being Massie Block, this is the end of me being happy and in control. This is it. He comes home tomorrow, Saturday we get married. That's it."

"Massie, I jus-"

"Len. I'm quite literally begging you. Either put me out of my misery right now and kidnap me, or just...leave. I don't have the mental capacity nor the energy to condone anything further than either of those occasions right now."

Len sighed, but nodded his head and gathered his things. He walked to face Massie who was sitting cross legged on her father's overstuffed leather chair, and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"You're a second daughter to me, Massie. Do not give up. I won't."

"Thanks." She muttered, biting her lower lip so the tears wouldn't fall for the third time that day.

Len saw himself out, and Massie remained in the study in the same position for the remainder of the afternoon.

Mean Girls, The Notebook, The Titanic, Dear John. All the sappiest and girliest of movies were playing non stop on the flat screen in the Block's movie room, Massie surrounded by not only all the different sweets and baked goods money could buy, but also all of her friends. It was her last night of freedom as she called it when they arrived, and she wanted to spend it the way she desired before she couldn't do it ever again.

No one argued with her. Derrick let her cry on his shoulder and use his t-shirt as a tissue even though she was wrinkling and staining the linen like crazy, Alicia brought her old gossip magazines with her and Tristan in it to rip up and burn on the balcony. Chris and Dylan baked her a fake wedding cake to smash, and Kemp and Cam supplied the smoke. Josh ran to every local comfort food restaurant bringing back loads of every unhealthy option for them all to eat. Even Claire sent Massie a 'sorry' text. Kuh-laire!

They all spent the night watching movies and drinking cocktails Dylan mixed up at the wet bar in the back of the theatre room (besides Alicia, whose pregnant belly even made Massie sad at the thought that if she did have children who grew up with Alicia and Josh's, she'd probably hate them because they'd be half of Tristan).

By two in the morning, everyone was dispersed and passed out over all the couches and blow up mattresses that Massie had the staff set up for her guests, everyone either way too drunk or stoned to get home tonight. This was what she wanted, a last night of everyone together doing what they do best.

"C'mon," Derrick nudged Massie awake. "Let's go upstairs, sleep in an actual bed together for tonight?"

Massie was sleepy and half coherent, but nodded her head and followed the man she loved out of the theatre room quietly up the stairs. When they arrived at her bedroom, she tossed herself onto her bed and quickly buried herself under the covers while Derrick went to use the en-suite bathroom to get ready for bed. When he returned, Massie looked asleep but her cheeks were wet with fresh tears.

Derrick pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed, moving to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his chest.

"You know, Massie, Dear John really wasn't that sad." He heard a slight giggle muffled through tears, and he smiled slightly at that before continuing.

"Hey, would you re-tell me our love story every night if I got dementia and forgot everything?"

"Always." She whispered, curving her head to fit better into the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent one more time.

They fell silent for a short period before Massie spoke again.

"Derrick, I just..I want you to know that I'll always love you, always have, always will."

"I know that."

"No, you don't. When we met back up on that park bench, it felt like my heart became whole again. I didn't know, I didn't realize why I felt so empty before. You filled that void, you brought me back to being me. I'll never forget that, and I'd run away with you tonight if I could get away with it. I absolutely adore you, you pain in the ass. I love the way you make fun of the way I say certain words, the way you can't ever use the text-to-speak feature on your iPhone properly, when you cook and leave an absolute mess everywhere, even when you don't put the toilet paper back in the holder. I love you for you, flaws and all, and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. We didn't work before, we were too young and too conceited and too overwhelmed with the world of Westchester, but I really…I'll never forgive myself for not giving us another chance until it was too late."

"Massie, you know I adore you. I love you so much that I have no problem with us sneaking around now, even in the future. You are my future, no matter what you might say at an altar the day after next. You heard your father, we'll annul it, we'll do...something. This isn't the end, it can't be. Not us, our story's too great to be done now."

"Der-"

"Massie, I mean it. I'm not saying goodbye to you again. I refuse to. I don't care what happens, I'll find a way."

"I love you, Derrington." She whispered, her eyes falling shut as the exhaustion of the last two days finally took her on.

"I love you, Block." He whispered back, pressing a kiss to her lips before falling asleep beside her.

***Sorry for such a short chapter! but , we are almost done here guys! I'm planning on two more chapters past this one you're reading now. I'm so glad you've been enjoying it, and it makes my heart so happy to feel like I'm giving any sort of justice to these characters I grew up with. See you in the next chapter! xox***