So this epilogue got out of hand and it's less stressful for me if I post it in parts. It's easier to edit in parts too.

Thank you for waiting and being so patient with me. I have the best readers and supporters. Y'all are amazing.

If you want to see how I imagine the band and all the dresses you can find a post on my tumblr: bughead-fic-request

This isn't really the HEA this fandom is used to. It's not my style either. Things don't work out most of the time and people scatter as they get older. But just stay with me. It's not a fairy tale ending my it's an ending I'm happy with.

This is 11 years since we left them. They are all 29.

I edited this myself so I'm sorry if there are errors.

"What is this wedding even?" Brandon asked as they bounced towards the yurt village which had been set up in the large field ahead of them. The field was surrounded by a lush forest in Northern California.

Most of Brandon's face was cast in shadow but the lights which twinkled above highlighted his dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"A fashion designer and interior decorator with millions of dollars and high standards are getting married. What did you expect?" Betty reasoned with her band mate. They were in a rustic wagon that was being pulled by two pristine white horses.

"This lemonade is so good." Kavitha giggled, the alcohol already hitting her. She had the same dark circles under her eyes that they all had. Touring had a way of taking the best out of anyone. "I wish we had more than two days here." The dark haired beauty confessed as she snuggled into Brandon's shoulder. The lighting made her brown skin look comforting and warm.

Betty tilted her head up to look at the twinkly lights that floated above her. "All this stuff is powered by solar panels. It's pretty cool they found an energy efficient way to do this." Betty rambled.

"This is pretty impressive. We've done a lot of cool stuff in our day but this took a shit load of planning." Darius remarked at they entered the village. The five of them had arrived late and most people were already in their tents. The place felt deserted.

Betty and her band, Riverdale, had flown in from Barcelona to make it for Cheryl and Veronica's wedding. They had planned their entire world tour around these two days. Betty wouldn't miss being maid of honour for her redheaded friend no matter what.

Even if it meant coming face to face with Jughead Jones again.

"Is there going to be any hot, single, gay girls at this thing?" Jane asked, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulder. Her arms, neck and chest were covered in tattoos and they moved as she shifted to put down her empty glass.

"I'm gonna go with a big fat yes. Veronica is friends with a lot of models." Betty assured.

Jane made a gesture of celebration before nestling into the side of the wagon.

"Will there be hot, single, straight girls at this thing?" Darius asked scratching his jawline where fresh stubble was coming in. His dark brown skin looked even darker in the dim lighting and he wore his signature grin even though he was exhausted.

"Yeah, models come in both the straight and gay varieties, Dar." Betty said with a yawn.

The wagon came to a stop in front a large yurt. The man steering the cart jumped down began removing their bags and said, "Everyone but Betty is in here. There are three bedrooms and they have been assigned. Showers are to the East and if you are hungry or need something to drink there is a phone inside where you can call to have anything brought to you. There is also a food tent to the North with a fully stocked bar. There are signs to guide you if you get lost."

"I know where I'm going tonight." Darius announced as he made his way out of the wagon and helped his friends down.

"Make sure you are ready for 8am rehearsal." Betty reminded. "It's the only time we can do a run through with the strings."

"We know!" Jane and Darius shouted at her in unison before going inside the yurt.

Brandon and Kavitha looked up at her. "What are you doing tonight? Are you meeting up with anyone?" He asked suggestively.

"No, I'm going over the itinerary with Cheryl and then I'm going to bed." Betty answered not liking what he was implying.

"You have the right to be nervous Bets, you haven't seen him in seven years." He reminded.

"Whose fault is that?" Betty jabbed.

"I didn't do shit. That boys imagination ran away with him. I can't help it that I'm so hot." He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged smuggly.

"Why am I marrying you again?" Kavitha asked with a roll of her eyes and a smack to his chest, she took a moment to admire her new engagement ring.

Kav, I just told you, I'm hot."

Betty laughed. "I won't see him till tomorrow, we'll do what we need to do and in 36 hours I'll be back on a plane. Easy peasy."

"Remember our bet, Bets." Brandon called out as Kavitha dragged him into the yurt.

"I know, I know." She crossed her arms and snuggled herself into the hay as the wagon pulled away from them.

After a few minutes it stopped in front of another yurt. This one made the one her bandmates were staying in look like a shack. It was huge and had red wisps of silk lining the entrance. "Miss. Blossom's lodgings. You'll stay here for the night." The chauffeur informed fetching Betty's belongings.

"Thank you." Betty said slipping him a hundred bill and entering the incredible tent.

The inside was impeccably decorated. There was a small kitchen, a dining room table and full living room with a couch, love seat and television. There were two sets of stairs leading to two different bedrooms on opposites sides of the space. When Cheryl and Veronica went out, they went all out.

"Cher?" Betty shouted removing her coat and throwing it over the couch.

"Betty?" An excited voice called from the upstairs.

"Where are you?" She asked heading in the direction she heard Cheryl's voice. She threw her bag over her shoulder.

The redhead emerged wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. She was still small, beautiful and in incredible shape. She was going to be such a beautiful bride and Betty hoped she would be able to keep the tears at bay during the ceremony.

"I was doing yoga, centring my chi or whatever." She rolled her eyes. "I'm so happy you're here!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around her maid of honour.

"I made it!" She laughed. "I wouldn't have missed it for world. You know how important you and Ron are to me." She squeezed Cheryl even harder.

"I can't believe I'm getting married." She shouted in excitement parting from Betty, grabbing her hand and pulling her upstairs. "You need to try on your dress. It may need alterations."

"Is there anything else that needs to be done?" Betty asked as they entered a simple bedroom. A king sized bed sat in the middle of the room with dark oak bed side tables on either side and small lamps on top. There was a decent sized closet on the wall nearest to the door.

"Nope, just your dress and song rehearsal tomorrow. Also do you want a facial or any beauty treatments before then?" Cheryl asked pulling out an emerald green haltered dress.

"No, I made sure I did all that before hand." Betty confirmed pulling her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. She had changed it to make herself seem more mysterious and less like the girl next door. It made her look more like she was the front woman of one of the most popular bands of the last ten years.

"The color of your hair and the color of the dress is going to look so good together." Cheryl complimented as Betty began to strip down and took the gown from her friend. "Oh and you'll have a flower crown tomorrow but we don't want the flowers to wilt so use your imagination."

She got into the garment and examined herself in the mirror. The material was chiffon so it would be light and easy to move in and the deep emerald green color complimented her pale skin and hair. It had a halter neckline with detailed gold embroidery and it had the same gold embroidery at the waist to give her shape.

"This is gorgeous. Veronica really out did herself but it needs to be taken in at the bust." Betty observed. She had tried on enough clothes to know when something did and didn't fit her correctly.

"Agreed." Cheryl said looking at her phone, sending a lightning fast text. "Someone will be by soon to fit you." She sighed deeply and breathed out looking at her friend. "So, how are you?"

"I'm good. Already exhausted and we aren't even a month into the tour but good. I mean, the last album was well received, I'm insanely rich and adored by millions. Its pretty sweet."

"Well la-dee-da. Look who developed an ego." Cheryl teased flopping on the bed.

"I'm allowed to have an ego, I worked my ass off for this life." Betty justified as she turned back and forth looking for any other things that needed to be fixed. "Is he here already?" She asked casually.

Cheryl smiled, her teeth almost too white. "By he, do you mean Jughead?"

"Yes." Betty confirmed feeling heat creep into her cheeks.

"Yeah, he's been here all week. Not all our schedules are as crazy as yours." Cheryl taunted.

Betty turned to look at the bride to be. "Thank you for being so accommodating leading up to this day. I wish I could be there more but-"

Cheryl cut her off, "I know, I know, you're busy, you're travelling, you don't want to take attention away from me or Veronica." She paused and smiled warmly. "And you were nervous to see Jughead."

Betty nodded. "I'm afraid we aren't going to be able to put everything aside. I don't want to ruin your wedding by being too nervous and going overboard to make myself feel less awkward." She stepped towards Cheryl and touched her flowing hair lovingly. "Tomorrow is all about you. If I ruined that I would be so angry with myself."

At that moment a young woman with long blonde hair walked into the room carrying a small bag. "Oh you are right!" She stated looking at the bust on Betty's dress. She took out a small ball with dozens of push pins sticking out of it and began bringing in the fabric.

"I know you won't do that. You both love Ron and I too much and if you need to hash it out I know you'll find a quiet place to do that."

"Off." The seamstress commanded and Betty carefully shucked the garment, handing it to the girl. She should have been uncomfortable being nearly naked in front of them but years of quick wardrobe changes had left her with no insecurities about her body.

The girl left as quickly as she had arrived with the garment bag in tow.

"She one of Veronica's?" Betty asked going over to her bag and fishing out a pair of grey sweats and one of Riverdale's old concert t-shirts.

Cheryl nodded. "Yeah, she practically has her entire team here. She made all the clothes for the wedding party."

"I can't say I'm surprised." Betty grinned, plopping down on the bed beside her best friend. "What else do you have planned for tonight?" She asked.

"Not much, I was thinking we could watch romantic comedies until we fall asleep."

"You have any junk food to go along with those movies?" Betty inquired wriggling her eyebrows.

"Fruit and whipped cream?" Cheryl said with an unsure tone, not sure if the healthy junk food would suffice.

"That'll do." Betty smiled. "But do you mind if I have a quick look around the grounds. It seems like it's quite the get up around here."

"And you haven't been alone in like a year." Cheryl guessed standing.

"That too." Betty laughed.

"Go ahead, I get everything ready." The redhead declared.

"Thank you." Betty pulled her into a hug and squeezed Cheryl tight. "I love you."

"I love you too." Cheryl squeezed back.

They both exited Betty's bedroom and the brunette took a step out into the clear, cold, crisp night air. She hadn't slowed down in eight years and being in the middle of the woods in California felt like time stood still.

Betty could count on one hand all the times she had been alone since she had joined Riverdale. Having these few moments just to herself was a godsend.

She wrapped her arms around her waist and took a right, not sure where she was going. She looked at the names on all the tents she passed, seeing if she recognized anyone.

She passed her sisters yurt and quickly blew past it. Polly was the only other bridesmaid to Cheryl but opted to stay in her own tent to help her now husband, Jason, with their four children. Betty loved her nieces and nephews but she was not in the mood to be Aunt Betty tonight.

After moving past all the tents, Betty came to a small clearing with a few benches in a circle. There was a fire pit in the centre but it looked like no fire had been lit that night.

She took a seat and laid back, looking up at the sky and seeing if she could make out any constellations. Betty took slow, steady breaths in and out as her eyes fluttered closed and she focused on the sounds around her.

The snapping of a twig made her open her eyes before his voice did.

"I dated a girl that looked like you once." He quipped. His voice sounded louder than it was in the quiet of their surroundings.

Jughead looked exactly as she remembered him but so different at the same time. He was wearing a blue linen shirt, tan linen pants held up by suspenders and loafers with no socks. He had filled out, his chest and shoulders were more broad than the last time she had seen him. He had grown a beard, his voice was deeper and more commanding and the lines of his face were more pronounced but his green eyes were still that mix of cynicism and a subdued wonder she had fallen in love with all those years ago. She thought he was a man when they were 18 but she was wrong. He was still a boy then, hell, she was still a girl but now they were adults. This was a man who stood before her.

"This girl you dated, what was she like?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

He took a long drag of his cigarette she didn't realized he had. "She was the smartest person I had ever met, probably to smart for her own good." He took a step towards her. "Beautiful singing voice, exceptional piano player, funny as hell and intimidatingly gorgeous." He took another step. "The best sex I ever had." His tone was brazen.

"She sounds amazing. What went wrong?" She asked, blushing and angling herself towards him. He was close enough to smell him now. He still smelled like evergreen soap but instead of books he had a perfume of printer ink and cigarettes. He smelled like how she thought New York would make him smell.

"I'm an idiot and I fucked it all up like I fuck everything up. I can't help it. It's in my blood." His expression darkened and he dropped the cigarette, putting it out with the heel of his shoe. He cautiously took a seat beside her.

"You didn't fuck it all up, believe me, I helped." They were silent for a moment until Betty asked, "How are you, Jug?"

His body shifted like he was trying to figure out how to act in front of her; if he should be who she used to know or who he was now. "I'm doing okay. I have a decent job, food to eat and a roof over my head. I can't complain."

"You're at Huff Po now, right?" She asked not looking at him, instead she watched the forest in front of them.

"Yeah." He was quiet for a while, his feet moving slowly, drawing designs into the dirt. "They are letting me write a book. I mean I got a book deal."

"I know, Ron told me. She's like a proud momma, that one." Betty smiled looking over at him.

"It's a YA novel about Riverdale with a murder mystery thrown in. It's not that big of a deal. It's not like I'm writing the great American novel or anything." He shrugged pushing his hair back which had fallen in front of his face. It was shaved at the sides and longer on top. From the looks of it Jughead Jones had become a hipster.

"A book you wrote is going to be in stores. People are going to read it. Even if it's only one person, that's a big deal Jug. You could change someones life." She assured, hating that he was still so self deprecating.

He nodded. "I guess you're right."

"What's it gonna be called so I know what to look out for?"

"Well, since you and your band took the name Riverdale, we've settled on the Sweetwater Murder Series."

"It's a series of books?" Betty exclaimed.

"That's the way it goes in the YA world nowadays. You can't write just one." They were silent for a little while Jughead kicked pinecones in various directions. "How are you?" He finally asked.

"I've been worse." She grinned. "But I get to do what I love, I'll never have to want for anything again and I have a great support system around me."

He smiled wide and Betty felt her stomach flip. How was it possible that he was more handsome now?

"The new album is great and I'm sorry about what happened with Eddie." He consoled.

"Drugs are a funny thing and he decided they were more important than us. What can you do?" She laughed bitterly. "It worked out though. Jane's great and she fits right in." She shrugged. "It is what it is. Its part of the rockstar lifestyle I suppose."

"It's hard to see your face everywhere." He admitted seemingly out of nowhere, inching his hand closer to hers.

"I'm sorry my successful career is so difficult for you." She remarked with annoyance.

Even in the dark she could see him roll his eyes. "But I'm glad your face is everywhere. Other than Ron, Cher and Kev," he paused. "I can't think of anyone more deserving." His hand moved over hers and he squeezed her fingers. It felt supportive and loving but cautious.

Betty looked into his eyes and tried not to let the feelings that she had worked so hard to ignore break free. They had been down this road, twice, and she wasn't sure she could do it again.

"Thanks." She said breathlessly as she stood, putting distance between the two of them while tugging on her ponytail "I should get back to Cheryl, we're having a girls night." She laughed nervously.

Jughead also stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. "That sounds like fun, do you want me to walk you back?" He offered.

Betty shook her head. "Naw, it's okay. I can make my own way." She nodded her head a few times and took a slow step backwards. "I'll see you tomorrow, Best Man." She laughed, shooting him the finger guns and instantly regretting it.

"See you tomorrow, Juliet." He whispered, looking down at the ground as he kicked a rock.

Betty took this moment to flee. She walked as fast as she could without making it seem like she wanted to run. It was just one more day. She could handle it. Their first interaction was fine. No fights and no blood was spilled. Plus, they would be surrounded by people all day tomorrow. There was no way anything could happen with everyone watching them. This thought comforted Betty and she had calmed down by the time she had reached her yurt.

Cheryl was already on the couch, in her PJ's with a blanket over her. "I got the cook to send us over some brownies." She sang with a huge smile on her face.

Betty couldn't help but return her grin, walking over to the sofa and placing a kiss on Cheryl's head. "You are a saint." Betty remarked as she hopped over the couch and snuggled in beside the redhead. "What are we watching?" She asked as leaned over to dip a strawberry in whipped cream.

"I was thinking we could start with Two Weeks Notice." Cheryl said as the credit started to role.

"Sounds great." Betty affirmed and directed her attention towards the TV.

She didn't mention running into Jughead.

Jughead woke up to a flurry of activity. He exited his bedroom and stepped into the yurt he was sharing with Veronica and Kevin.

"Jughead!" Veronica ran up to him in a panic. "Does your suit fit you?" She asked grabbing his shoulders.

He looked at her like she was out of her mind. "You made me try it on last night, you know it fits!"

"Please shave your beard." She begged. "You have such an amazing jawline." Her nearly black hair was set in curlers and they bounced every time she moved.

"The beard matches the location, lumber sexual or whatever." He walked past her to the kitchen table and picked up a strawberry which had been set out for breakfast.

Veronica moved her head for side to side, weighing his comment in her mind. "I guess that's true."

"I'm always thinking about the aesthetic." He pointed at his temple and winked at the bride to be.

"Jug, you want a mimosa?" Kevin asked, handing one to Veronica's mother, Hermione Lodge who sat at the head of the table.

"Maybe later, Kev." He responded taking a seat.

"Veronica, it makes me upset that your entire bridal party is male." Hermione commented. She settled back into the seat, looking at her daughter as she paced back and forth, texting on her phone. Hermione's black silk robe was open exposing the black silk nighty she had slept in.

"Yeah, well, you were also upset that I was marrying a woman but here we are." Veronica snarked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and brushed her hair, which was the same color as her daughters, behind her ear. She looked so much like Veronica it was frightening to see them near each other. She had enough work done over the years to make herself look more like Veronica's sister than her mother.

"Darling, leave our daughter alone. This is her wedding day, so please no fighting." Hiram Lodge, Veronica's father, said coming in after his morning run.

"Good morning, Mija." He said tenderly, placing a kiss on his daughters head. Hiram crossed the room to grab towels. "I'm heading to the showers, I'll be back shortly." He informed leaving the yurt quickly.

Hiram was tall, dark and handsome. The epitome of the perfect man. He was a MILF through and through and the attention he received from other women drove Hermione crazy.

Veronica smirked and put her phone down. "Hair and makeup will be here at noon so we can be ready for the ceremony at 3.

"Are you nervous, gorgeous?" Kevin asked, loading his plate up with fruit, croissants, eggs and bacon.

Jughead cocked an eyebrow at him. "Hungry, sweet cheeks?"

"I am on vacation. I'll eat what I like." Kevin snapped.

Jughead was being an asshole but Kevin was always on him about his eating and exercise habits. Now that Kevin was on Broadway his appearance was the most important thing to him next to his voice.

"I'm being a jerk." Jughead said.

"So you're being yourself?" Kevin said with a smirk.

"I'm nothing if not predictable."

"Jughead, I know I've asked you this a million times but are you going to be civil with Betty when you see her, right?" Veronica placed her hand on her hip.

Jughead sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I saw and spoke to her last night. We're fine."

"How is the rock goddess?" Kevin asked.

"Did you see her dress at the Grammys? She looked gorgeous." Hermione commented.

"So beautiful." Kevin placed his hand over his heart. "Zuhair Murad owns my ass."

"Was she with Harry still during the last award season?" Hermione asked.

Kevin shook his head, his mouth full of food. "No, they broke up the September before."

"Can we please not talk about my ex's ex and she's fine." Jughead shrugged pretending like he didn't care. "You know, still rich, still beautiful, still rocking the dark hair."

"Well, that's a relief." Veronica put her hand over her forehead and looked around. "Mom, you have your dress right?"

"Veronica, everything is perfect. This is going to be a beautiful wedding." Hermione reassured for once while skewering a piece of pineapple.

"I'm going out for a smoke." Jughead announced standing.

"Don't do that too much today. I don't want to reek." Veronica warned.

"I won't and when I do I'll make sure you are nowhere in sight."

"Thank you." Veronica smiled at him affectionally.

Jughead grabbed his smokes off the table and ducked out, breathing in the early morning air. He lit up and took a deep, satisfying pull from his cigarette.

"Betty, you had one thing to remember." A familiar voice said from afar.

"Actually I have a lot of things to remember, I'm the maid of honour." Her voice rang clear to his left.

Jughead swung his head to see Brandon and Betty rush around the corner. She had her white crop top over her head, her black lacy bra exposed and oversized sweatpants hanging from her hips. She pulled her shirt down to reveal her makeup free face. She looked more tired than she did last night, still beautiful, but the long hours of being a rockstar showed on her face. Her dark hair made her look impossibly pale even when it was piled on her head like it was in that moment. He could now see the smattering of new tattoos she had on her arms and ribs. The only one he recognized was the cursive word Riverdale on the outer side of her arm. Other than that the Bowie portrait, hearts, flowers and arrows were all new.

Brandon looked exactly like Jughead remembered. Tall, broad, muscular, dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes and a smug look on his face. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and light washed jeans. For two people who were as wealthy as they were, they both looked so normal.

Jughead locked eyes with Brandon first. He could tell it took him a moment to figure out who Jughead was. They hadn't seen each other in seven years and the beard made him look very different. "Hey Brandon, what's up?" Jughead called in their direction.

His voice startled Betty who misstepped and would have fallen if it Brandon hadn't caught her.

"We are late for rehearsal, Jones, sorry we can't stay and chat." He lamented. "This one overslept." He motioned to the dark haired girl from Jughead's past.

"Jughead, please stop smoking, those things are going to kill you." Betty shouted with a final look over her shoulder.

"God willing." He muttered as his ex and her bandmate disappeared around the corner.

"You said you guys were civil!" Veronica cried, smacking him on the chest, appearing out of nowhere.

"We were civil!" Jughead defended.

"Can you not antagonize Brandon, please? I know you don't like him but he wasn't the reason you guys broke up-"

Jughead cut her off. "I know, I know. I fucked up, I messed everything up. I'm working on it." He dropped his cigarette on the ground and put it out.

"No, you and Betty both fucked up. Now lets go and relax until its time for me to look amazing." Veronica smirked and disappeared back into the yurt.

Jughead looked back in the direction the former love of his life had gone and took a deep breath. His chest was tight and his palms started to sweat. The feeling coursing through him was a lot like love, present not past.

Cheryl was a vision. Her dress dipped down in a modest v-neckline and was held up by spaghetti straps. The material hugged her upper body tightly and flared out into a ballgown at the waist. The white dress sparkled under every light she stepped near making her look like a princess. Her red hair was half up, half down, curled into perfect waves and a glittering veil laid over her face and back. Her eye makeup was simple, light shimmering shadow and perfect winged eyeliner. Her lips were painted her signature red and her highlight was on point. Her ears were adorned with drop diamond earrings and her large engagement ring sat on her finger. On her feet were white stain Dior pumps.

"Man, Veronica knows what looks good on you." Polly mentioned as she circled the bride to be making sure everything fit her properly.

"She sure does." Betty clasped her hands doing everything she could not to cry. She looked at her phone and then back up at Cheryl. "It's ten minutes out. Do you want me to go see if your future wife is ready to go?"

Cheryl looked at herself in the mirror one last time and gave a kind, soft half smile as she nodded her head. "Before you go," Cheryl turned and stepped off the pedestal she was on. "Thank you both so much for being here on this day. I love you both so much and I can't think of having anyone else by my side." She hugged Betty and Polly before giving each a kiss on the cheek. She had tears in her eyes when they parted.

Betty smiled warmly. "Don't ruin your make-up, Cher. Think of the pictures."

Cheryl nodded and stood up straight, running her fingers delicately under her eyes. "That's why you're the made of honour." She said before waving the blonde away. "Now go see if Ronnie's ready."

Betty moved quickly from one tent to the other. They were situated opposite each other so the brides could look at each other before they walked to the altar.

She caught a quick glance of where her best friends would be getting married and it took her breath away. Hundreds of white roses lined the aisle as famous designers, models, actors and family alike found their seats. Delicate white flowers hung from the tree tops along with twinkling lights making it feel like a fairy's den. An arch of white roses, lilies and peonies outlined the altar as more flowers hung seemingly from the sky. The lighting soft and sweet.

The pictures were going to be gorgeous.

Betty moved towards the other tent and let herself in. "Knock, knock." She sang as she entered.

Jughead was helping putting a sheer veil over the brunettes head. Her hair was pulled back into sleek bun that rested on the base of her neck. The dress was made of fine satin that hugged every one of Veronica's curves and cowl necked down her back. The train was off a modest length and the sleeves were long. The boat neckline gave her modesty but there was something mysterious and sexy about the way it sat on her olive skin. The front was plain, simple and sleek and rested perfectly at her feet. It was a timeless dress and 100% Veronica.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Kevin quipped pulling Betty into a tight hug. "I love the dark hair on you." He complemented.

"You say that every time you see me. No one can make me feel as special as you can Kev," Betty grinned. "How are you? You look dashing." She said taking in the simple black tux he was wearing.

"It's not hard to make me look dashing." He winked.

"This one on the other hand." Veronica bemoaned pointing at Jughead who had not shaved and still didn't have his bowtie on. "He'll be the death of me." She smiled approaching Betty. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Betty replied hugging her tightly. "You look so beautiful but I didn't expect anything less."

Veronica's smile grew and she took a deep breath. "Is she nervous? How does she look? Does she look happy?" She asked nervously looking to the entrance of the tent, wringing her manicured hands together.

"She looks amazing and I think the only thing she nervous about is tripping or flubbing a line. That girl can't wait to marry you." Betty assured looking past Veronica to Kevin who was putting Jughead's bowtie on. His hair was perfect but he was keeping the beard to be cheeky. It made Betty want to smack him.

"You ready?" She asked directing her attention back to the bride.

Veronica nodded.

"Okay, the parents will go out first." She informed looking at Mr. and Mrs. Lodge who looked lovingly at their beautiful and talented daughter. "Then Kevin and Polly will make sure you're both ready to go and get ready to walk down the aisle. Then Jughead and I will be there for the first reveal along with one of the photographers. Jug and I will go and then the two of you. Sound good?"

Veronica nodded again and Betty left the tent.

Once the Blossoms and Lodges were down the aisle and in their seats Kevin and Polly took their places. They whispered and giggled with each other as they waited for their music cue.

Betty stuck her head out of the tent at the same moment Jughead did.

"She ready?" Jughead asked and Betty nodded.

She ducked back into the tent and handed Cheryl her flowers while retrieving her own.

"Let's do this." Cheryl smiled again and looked up as the flaps of the tent parted and they both stepped out.

Jughead and Betty moved to the side to let the brides have their last moments together before they wed.

"Can you pin this on me?" Jughead asked handing Betty a white rose for his lapel.

Betty rolled her eyes. "You are a mess, you know that?" She asked.

"I know, but I pull it off." He said with a shrug as she struggled with the pin.

"There you go." She said smoothing out his suit when she finally got it. Betty let her hand linger on his chest. He felt different, stronger, fuller.

They looked up to see the two brides giggling with tears threatening to spill.

"Think about your makeup." Jughead and Betty warned at the same time before taking their place in front of the girls.

"This is why you're the maid of honour and best man. Always thinking about pictures." Veronica said taking Cheryl's hand.

"My whole life is thinking about pictures now." Betty deplored, fixing her wavy hair and flower crown before taking Jughead's extended arm.

He pulled her close and smiled the half smile Betty loved. "You look beautiful, Bets." He charmed before taking his first step down the aisle pulling Betty with him.

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