AN: The epilogue is finally here! I apologize a million5463 for the super long wait but I have no good excuse so I am not even going to try to come up with one. This is the end of the road for this story and though it was my first real fiction, my baby, I am happy that it has come to a happy ending. I love all of my reviewers and thank you for all of your support. I LOVE YOU!
"Calm down Cammie, nothing is going to happen." Liz's soothing voice wasn't helping as much as she had wanted it to. Actually, it wasn't helping at all.
"But what about the Circle of Cavan? What if they show up? Or what if some other group of crazy people show up? I don't want anything to go wrong today!" My heart was beating way faster than it should be for a girl who was sitting down while someone else did her hair.
"Nothing is going to happen! Your freaking out is not helping anyone, what would Zach say if he saw you like this?"
"You're right, I don't deserve Zach! This is such a mistake! I am so messed up, how could I put Zach through this?"
"CAMMIE! Calm down! This is not a mistake! Zach loves you and you love him! Remember, "Je t'aime," isn't that bringing back any memories?" I smiled meekly at Macey, knowing she knew what she was saying. So much for the sweet blushing bride in the movies. Doesn't Hollywood ever portray real life?
"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."
"A bit?" Though Macey's statement was barely murmured under her breath I still heard her.
"Oh, shut up! We all remember how you were on your wedding day! Freaking out over the paparazzi and making me go ask Preston if you should wear your nose ring." Macey looked a bit guilty and didn't say anything.
"Okay Cammie, let's go through the checklist. You have your Mom's earrings on right?" They were the earrings my mother wore on her wedding day. They were disguised comm. Units that each of my friends had the other ends of a.k.a. something old.
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay, that one's checked off. You have your necklace, dress, and shoes?" Ahhh… my wedding dress. It was strapless with a tight top that had been folded and embedded with crystals. Just below my hips it fanned out. The bottom hem in the front just brushed the floor while the back had a short train. My necklace had clustered white pearls and diamonds while my shoes were sliver strappy heals. All in all: something(s) new.
"Yup."
"Okay, check that off too. You're wearing your underwear right?"My underwear, and bra for that matter, is both blue and lacey. Macey picked them out for me two weeks ago. What a nice surprise for Zach later.
"Yuppers"
"Okay another check. And you're wearing Macey's garter?" Both Bex and I had borrowed one of Macey's garters for the wedding while Macey had borrowed her own mother's! I blushed in spite of myself, but hey I needed something borrowed.
"Yes, I do"
"Okay, check. Well that's everything one the list. What else is there? Does everyone has their bouquets?" Everyone except me nodded. Bex was holding mine so I wouldn't rip it apart in another fit of nervousness.
"And everyone is dressed and their hair is done so that's everything. We're good as gold." Tina came into the room wearing a bright pink business suit. I had hired her to plan my wedding so I knew everything was going to be beautiful and secure from the rest of the spy world. Everything was going to be perfect.
"Ten minutes Cammie." I just mutely nodded at her and tried to refrain from having another panic attack. Those ten minutes had to have been the fastest ten minutes I have ever lived through. Suddenly I was no longer sitting in my dressing room but standing doors of the chapel in which I would be married.
"Are you sure I can do this?" I whispered. I had meant to ask Liz, the girl with all the answers, but she was no longer next to me. Liz had already walked through the doors as my first bridesmaid and Jonas as her usher. Oh god, Macey was gone too! I felt Mr. Solomon's arm slip into mine. Bex has just walked in as my Maid of Honor.
"Cammie, are you going to walk down that aisle, because I refuse to drag you." I nodded without really meaning to as two of the workers opened the double doors widely. For the first time I heard the music sound and the surprise made me take a step forward, and then I took another.
The spy in me heard the music, and she heard everybody in the church turn and look at her. The spy in me registered every face in the crowd, and analyzed each and every one of them. The spy in me was counting how many steps I had taken and was estimating how many it would take to reach Zach. She was monitoring both Mr. Solomon's and my own rapid heartbeat.
The girl in me was almost gaping in awe at how well the wedding decorations had turned out. Or maybe she was gaping at how beautiful all of her best friends looked, or how adorable Anna's daughter Shawna looked in her flower girl dress.
The chameleon in me was practically begging for me to turn around and run out the door, or to wear a disguise. She wanted to run and hide, she wanted to go back to being invisible.
But me, Cameron Ann Morgan- Soon- To- Be- Goode, was just trying to concentrate on making it down the aisle to Zach before I melt into a puddle of happiness or collapsed due to worry and stress. My eyes met Zach's and any and all of my lingering doubts and worries flew out the window. I loved him and h loved me. This was really happening. Zach wasn't leaving me at the altar, and I wasn't turning around and running away from it. I was about to become Zach Goode's wife!
These words seemed to calm my nerves completely and I repeated them as a mantra over and over. I had it completely under control, that is I did, until I came to a stop in front of the altar and had to let go of Mr. Solomon. It was hard, but I managed to do it. This is it. I thought as I stared into my fiancé's eyes for the last time.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God, in front of friends and family," Not to mention all of Gallagher and Blackthorne Academies' student population, plus teachers and graduates." to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, this is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly. Into this holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined.
Zachary, will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as you both shall live?" I gazed up at Zach, what in hell would happen if he said no?
"I will." Pheew.
"Cameron, will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to live together in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?" This is it!
"I will."
"I Zachary take thee, Cameron, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." He slipped the diamond ring on to my finger.
"I Cameron, take thee, Zachary, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." I took the simple gold band and slipped it onto his ring finger.
We speak to Zachary and Cameron of love, in which the trust and freedom of the other person becomes as significant as the trust and freedom of one's self. We speak of our hopes for their continued growth through patience, one for the other. We speak of our confidence that new levels of understanding, discovered by them in experiences of sorrow and tribulation, shall bring ever new surprises of strength and fortitude they do not now know.
In the years which shall bring Zachary and Cameron into greater age and wisdom, we pray that their love shall be ever young; that they shall be able always to recover from moments of despair. In this hope may they keep the vows made on this day, teaching each other who they are, what they yet shall be, and that they share the fruits of their new life together. In as much as Zachary and Cameron have declared their love and devotion to each other, I now pronounce that they are husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" Zach swept me into a kiss that could have powered all of New York City for a year. If Bex hadn't cleared her throat we might have gotten carried away. Zach grabbed my hand and we ran down the aisle, as husband and wife. Everyone gathered on the stairs to see us off and I faced the limo and threw the bouquet behind me. I turned just in time to see Liz catch it and gave her a thumbs up before waving one last time and climbing into the limo.
So now all I had to do was enjoy my honeymoon in Martinique, which shouldn't be too hard considering who I was going to be with, and then live out the rest of my happily ever after.