CHAPTER 32

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work sits at the top of the mountain for anything I've ever written; I felt I should give them a wedding at the end, since they got engaged in the story, after all. I'll never forget writing this story; the times I woke up at 4 in the morning just to write it, the fun I had, the work I put into it...it's going to always hold a special place in my heart.

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Well, I hope everyone loved The Road Paved in Blood and Tears as much as I do!

-ghostfacekiller39

3 months later

Franziska, Maya, and Pearl all sit together in a tent pitched outside in a wide, open field; It was tall enough to stand straight up in, and had enough room for a mirror, a dresser, and 3 chairs to sit in; 4 light bulbs on top of the mirror lit up the tent, with the lights set up outside further illuminating the area inside of the tent.

Maya was helping Franziska put on a solid white wedding gown. By this point, they had already applied her make-up, and Pearl stay seated in a chair playing around with Pesu, who had been giving free reign of the event, and wondered into the bride's tent. The dog's presence made Franziska even more nervous than she was. What if he drools on my wedding dress...?

Thoughts of self doubt had been entering and exiting her mind; she was ready to be married to Miles, no question, but the nervousness of something going wrong on her wedding day was causing her great stress.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field was another tent with 3 men in it; it was furnished with the same things as Franziska's tent, but the mirror was more of a full body kind, rather than a speciality one for make-up as it was in Franziska's tent. Of course, Edgeworth didn't know that.

Phoenix was to be the best man, and Larry, the 3rd man in the tent, did not approve is the groom's decision to just leave him standing up with him at the alter, a groomsmen. He was struggling to put on the suit that the other 2 had easily slid on. Miles' suit was more elegant, but they all 3 had custom-tailored suits, each with their own individual vest and a bowtie in a color of their choosing (Crimson red for Miles, navy blue for Phoenix, and a burnt orange for Larry.) Miles had considered wearing a cravat, but decided that it didn't look very good with his suit.

Larry finally was able to put his suit on; "YO! EDGEY! WHY AM I NOT THE BEST MAN!?" Miles and Phoenix were seated in 2 of the 3 chairs, each with a cup of tea. Miles took a sip of his before responding. "Because, Larry, you would probably find a to ruin the wedding."

Phoenix spoke up. "He'd probably eat the cake before you and Franziska cut it."

Miles shrugged and looked at his left and then at his right hand. "Of he'd probably talk about sex during his best man's toast."

Larry was infuriated; "NO! ...I just wanted to look good in front of Franziska's lady friends..."

Miles tapped his forehead with his index finger, and took another sip of his tea. "Larry, we're her friends."

Larry blushed and let out a grin. "So she thinks of me as a friend?"

Miles just smiled confidently; "No. Just Phoenix, Maya, Pearl, and I guess you can say myself. She despises you."

Larry's teeth grew sharp. "HEY! NOT COOL, BRO!"

Franziska picked her whip up from off of the mirror's desk segment that had all of her makeup on top of it. She and Maya had just gotten done with her wedding dress; it was a shiny white, and she wore a veil along with elbow-length white leather gloves. Maya and Pearl wanted to wear their acolyte clothing to the wedding. Pearl was to be the flowergirl (Since they knew no little boys, Officer Meekins was going to be the ring bearer. Franziska just prayed to all that is holy he didn't mess anything up.)

When she felt she was ready, she lifted her veil up and turned around. Maya's jaw dropped, but Franziska was too nervous and lacking in confidence to notice. "..W-well, how do I look?" Maya clapped her hands together once and then held them in place, wearing a huge grin. "Franzy! You look BEAUTIFUL!" Pearl got up from her playdate with Pesu to see what Maya was talking about. After seeing her, she crossed her arms and blew out a "Hmph." Similar to what Franziska did when she tried to appear unimpressed. "I think Mystic Maya's prettier." Maya just looked down at her cousin. "Pearly! She's getting married today! Be nice!" Franziska, however, just let out a laugh. "It's ok, Maya. It's fine, really." She had thought the little girl to be cute when she did this.

Gumshoe walked in, wearing his detective's uniform. CRACK! "Scruffy! Why are you not wearing the suit I picked out for you!?" He jumped back and yelped out an "Ouch!"

"S-sorry, sir..I accidentally shrunk it in the dryer..." Franziska just sighed. CRACK! CRACK! Fool...couldn't even do this one thing right...oh well. I guess I still should thank him for what he's doing...

Gumshoe brightened up. "Oh, you two!" He turned his attention to Maya and Pearl; "They're ready for you outside." Pearl squealed with excitement and grabbed her basket full of flower petals, and raced Maya out the tent.

After they had left, Franziska put her veil down. "How do I look, Scruffy?"

He smiled; "You look astounding, sir." With that, Franziska heard the organs begin to play; she grabbed her whip in both hands in place of the traditional bouquet of flowers, and interlocked arms with Gumshoe, as she made her way to the aisle.

When she arrived at the aisle, everyone turned to see her and Gumshoe marching down together; since her father couldn't give her away, she asked Gumshoe to replace him for the night. She saw Edgeworth up at the alter, a warm, glowing expression on his face, smiling at her. She smiled back, although she knew her veil concealed it. Beside him were Phoenix Wright and Larry, and Maya was standing on the side she was to be standing on. Pearl was tossing the flowers out of her basket, and Mike Meekins with their rings on a pillow. They had all felt bad for him and being convicted of a murder he didn't commit, so they helped him by fulfulling on of his dreams of being a ring bearer; the other half of that dream was to do it dressed as the Blue Badger, but Franziska wasn't that nice.

Once she arrived, Gumshoe turned her elbow loose and he, Meekins, Pearl, went to go sit by the date detective Gumshoe had brought along with him, a woman by the name of Maggey Byrde. The rest of the precinct and the prosecutor's office, along with a few of Phoenix's friends from his past cases, had shown up as well, although she didn't know any of them very well. The preacher made his way to them. He reminded them both of a certain butler they had both known and loved from their childhood, but they let it go.

She held her whip like a bouquet as she and Miles' eyes remained interlocked during the preacher's eulogy. They were to infatuated with one another to listen to him, however. Once he spoke the words "You may now kiss the bride." It was as if they were both thrust back into reality, and Miles lifted up her veil and their lips interlocked, causing an uproar of applause for the crowd. During this kiss, Franziska remembered only one thing; her father telling her about perfection. She thought to herself If you claim perfection, you don't really know what it is. This is truly...perfection.

Once they pulled back, she let out a giggle, and they made their way down to the crowd, hand in hand.

Catering had provided both German and American dishes, and they enjoyed all of them. While she was eating, she heard the sound of silverware tapping on a wine glass. Wright stood up, and she struck wine from her thoughts and replaced it with Grape Juice; after all, they had gotten him and Pearl a large bottle to share for the wedding.

He began to speak; "You know, I've known these two for a while now. Miles since we were children, and Franziska since she began prosecuting over here in the USA, and I just would like to say, I never thought two people could be more well fit for each other; two rich sticks-in-the-mud..." He grinned, and everyone, including Miles and Franziska, let out a chuckle, more out of respect to the best man than the fact his joke was funny. "But you know, when we were little, Miles had wanted to be a defense attorney like his dad more than anything...but, due to circumstance out of his control, he became a prosecutor instead. I was so angry at him. I would never forgive him. But you know, know that fate has a funny way of working things out. I think that that's why we're all here today; fate. That's why Miles became a prosecutor; fate. And I know that when fate brings two people together like this, nothing will never, ever bring them apart." He sat down to a loud uproar of appluase.

Miles had been geniunely moved to tears by Wright's words; it was as if, he saw his father speaking to him through Wright during that speech.

Festivities carried on; the dances, the socialization, the eating. It had been the best day of their lives. When it had all come to an end, though, Miles, Franziska, Pearl, Phoenix, Maya, Larry and Gumshoe all sat together at a small, round table in the open field. It was nighttime now, and Miles was taking Franziska back to Germany for their Honeymoon the next morning. Franziska let out a sigh; "You know, I can't picture things turning out any better than this." As soon as these words left her mouth, she realized they were true. Miles nodded in agreement; they were watching Larry and Maya fight over the last hamburger and Gumshoe and Pearl playing around with Pesu; Wright was digging through his coat pockets for something. Curiousity got the best of her, and she decided to finally ask what he was looking for. "Phoenix Wright, why are you so hastily searching through your jacket pockets for something?" He replied with a strained "Hold on, I think I found it." He pulled out a small camera with a built in tri-pod and set it up. "Everyone, come over here! We've got to take a picture!" Franziska saw a grim look on Miles' face; he hated pictures. She grabbed his hand and pulled them over there with everyone else; Phoenix set the camera to take a picture in 3 seconds and ran over there as quick as he could to join the rest of them.

FLASH!

The picture developed and it was...awful. From Left to Right: Miles had started walking away mid shot, Franziska had jumped back in shock as Pesu had started drooling on her shoes, Wright, in his haste, had bumped into Gumshoe and not turned around quick enough, Pearl stuck her toungue out at the camera, Maya stood behind her with two fingers held behind her younger cousins head with a cross-eyed look on her face, and Larry stood behind Maya, doing the same to her as she was doing to Pearl, chewing on a burger with his mouth open.

The bride and the groom let out a sound of disgust; Franziska spoke up. "We must take another picture. NOW." Miles wasn't too fond of the idea; "No, we should have never taken a picture in the first place."

Larry was took the picture from Edgeworth's hand and began turning it to look at it from all angles; "No way, dudes! This is scrapbook cover material!"

Miles and Franziska let out a groan. Maya took it from Larry. "No way! I had the newspaper write an article about this wedding! I'm sending this to them!"

You could see the shock on the two newlyweds face; Phoenix took the picture from Maya. "No, now that I think about it...Mick Vick's case is still the talk of the national news, and it's headline worthy that the prosecution in his case are now married...maybe I should send this to them..."

Miles and Franziska couldn't take it anymore; they pointed at Wright and let out a cry at the same time;

OBJECTION!

In loving memory of Erik Brandon Burgess, May 14, 1973 - June 28, 2013. The weight of it all has been lifted off of your wings, and I hope you can finally fly like the free bird you truly are.