Hey guys! So here is chapter 11. Do I have any S.A Bodeen readers here? Well I have decided to write a different ending to the Gardener and continue from there. I am not sure when I will start but let's stay focused on The One for now! Enjoy!

America:

May was going to be my flower girl, Adele's younger son was to be the ring bearer, and I hadn't chosen a Maid of Honor, or any bridesmaids for that matter! Did I mention today was the wedding?

My maids were standing behind me, holding the train of my dress. I turned around.

"Mary, Lucy, Anne, please let go of my dress," They nodded with a confused look on their face, "Now go in front of me, you will be my bridesmaids. Lucy, you will be my Maid of Honor."

Their faces were glowing. My father came to my side.

"Are we ready?" I nodded. My maids, or bridesmaids, smiled with enthusiasm.

I smoothed my dress out. I couldn't be more nervous. I knew exactly what to do, but I was taking on more responsibility than just marrying Maxon. I would become Queen of Illea.

Maxon:

I was practically shaking at the altar. I wasn't prepared to become king. I pushed myself so hard to please my father, but I never actually did please him. I wish I could prove to him that I could be something great.

He would never listen. He pushed me over the edge.

"Maxon, knock with authority…"

"Maxon, aim better…"

"Maxon, talk more clear…"

I wish he would have understood I would never be like him. I didn't want to be like him. I didn't want to whip my only child. I wanted to be Maxon, not King Clarkson Schreave of Illea.

The music began to play, and I escaped the nightmare I was somehow always stuck in.

America:

Everyone is the vestibule had gone to the altar. Now it was my turn. But father turned to me.

"America, you will be the most amazing queen on the face of the earth. I will love you no matter what. You are a princess, queen, and duchess to me. However, what you really are to me, is my daughter. I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy."

As we walked down the aisle, all of my experiences from the Selection came back to me, both good and bad.

I remembered Celeste dying, Kriss being a total brat, and I remembered my relationship with Maxon.

I had no clue we had reached the altar until I practically tripped. My father made sure that wasn't what it looked like though.

Maxon:

America was absolutely beautiful as she came up to the aisle. However I felt like a basket case. I smiled at her, and she grinned. I mouthed the words beautiful, and her cheeks turned red.

The priest introduced the service, and said all the other things.

"You may now say the vows."

"America, you are the light in my life. The fire, actually. I knew there was something special about you the minute I saw you. You were the only one in the Selection I picked. You were my first kiss, and I want you to give me my last. I love you more than words can explain. More than the entire universe, and everything in between. I love you America."

I was choking back my tears. My eyes became red.

America:

It was my turn now.

"Maxon Schreave. The minute I saw you, I didn't think too much about what we could really be. But as you and I became closer, I began to realize you were the one for me. I began to see who you really were. You weren't some conceited brat of a prince, you were, and always will be, the love of my life. I love you to the moon and back, in fact, even more than that. More than all of the countries and stars, and planets, and anything that exists on the harsh earth we live on. The only thing I know is that I love you Maxon Schreave."

Maxon was smiling. However a tear trickled down his face and splattered to the floor. Now I was choking back tears.

Maxon:

"Do you, Maxon Schreave, take America Singer, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness or health, to love and to cherish 'til death do us part?"

"I do."

America:

"Do you, America Singer, take, Maxon Schreave, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, in sickness or health, to love and to cherish 'til death do us part?"

"I do."

"You may exchange the rings." Adele's younger son held out the pillow. Maxon slipped my ring onto my left hand over the engagement ring, and I slipped his on as well.

Maxon:

My cousin moved back.

"I now pronounce you husband, and wife! You may now kiss the bride!"

I passionately kissed America, and then I realized in the mix of things there was still one more step.

Woodwork and Lucy took the pillow that had the scepter and orb and held it in front of us.

America and I took it. The priest began to say a few words anointing us, the crown slipped over my head, as well as America's, and the ceremony was over. The music began to play and the wedding party proceeded down the aisle.

"Congrats, Mrs. Schreave," I said playfully.

"I love it, don't you?" She smiled. I nodded and kissed her forehead. There was a rage of applause.

America:

I was officially America Schreave. I couldn't believe it.

The party was grand. We danced the night away. Almost every country was there, including Italy, which I was very happy about.

"America!" I heard an excited voice call.

"Nicoletta!" I shouted. She gave me a gigantic hug.

"I knew you could do it, Mrs. Schreave." I smiled. It was amazing to hear people say that.

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, eating, and having an amazing time. This was going to be my happy ending, and I knew 3 children and 50 pounds later, I will still be living my dream every day as Mrs. Schreave.

Did you guys like it? I will write more this is not the end. I will write about their honeymoon, and someone had this great request that I will totally be doing! Thanks! But I think I may start writing The Gardener soon. I hope fanfiction has it. I know they have The Raft and The Compound but I am not sure about The Gardener. Oh well! Bye for now!

-Chrissy