HANNA POV

I'm trapped in a dark room. The only light is that of a angry red flashing light and a sound which makes me want to die. It's the loud siren-call of the doll house. I put my hands over my ears and run into my room where the door slams behind me. The sound stops, but my body and mind are overwhelmed. It's all I can do to lay on the ground, curled in the fetal position, and weep. The sobs wrack my body. I hear a gentle voice, "Hanna, Hanna. Darling, wake up."

I open my eyes, and I see the concerned and caring face of my fiancee Jordan hovering near mine. My cheeks feel wet and I realize I was crying in my sleep. I was having another nightmare. I wipe my cheeks off and sit up with Jordan slowly. I feel his right hand on my back rubbing small circles in an effort to comfort me. "Was it the nightmare again?" he asks quietly. I just nod my head. "It seems ridiculous to ask if you're alright, so instead: Do you need anything?" I laugh a small quiet laugh, and I turn to him. I take his left cheek in my right hand and give him a kiss. "Just hold me for a bit." I reply. He nods his head and lets me curl up in his arms and lap like a child. He holds tight and strokes my hair, occasionally murmuring that he loves me and I am safe now. I relax even more upon remembering that yes, I am safe now. Everything is over.

The girls and I finally got our acts together and told the police everything. We gave them every shred of evidence we had. At the end of the long-deserved investigation into this whole thing, they found that four people had orchestrated the latest "A". Those four people were found to be Jenna Marshall, Noel Kahn, Archer Dunhill (otherwise known as Elliot Rollins), and Mary Drake. Jenna's bitterness over losing her sight had been twisted into a sick and evil kind of hate towards the five of us girls. Noel Kahn had a sick fascination for us which could be described as a curse from Asmodeus (Google Asmodeus for clarification). Archer Dunhill and Mary Drake blamed the girls for the death of Charlotte. Throughout the investigation, the police also figured out who pushed Charlotte from the bell-tower and who killed Sara Harvey. Sara Harvey killed Charlotte because Charlotte was going to go to the police with the information she had about Jenna and her involvement (however seemingly minor) in the operation of the previous A's. Sara Harvey was killed by Noel Kahn after she told him that she killed Charlotte, and she refused to give into his attempt at blackmailing her into having sex with him. Jenna, Noel, Archer, and Mary came together in various ways, but it was their individual problems which concreted their relationship to one another and created Uber A. The evidence of Mary's we found in the secret cellar turned out to have been faked to lead us astray. So now with no secret sibling or half-sibling whatever, and those four monsters behind bars for the rest of their lives, I really was safe. There was no one left with a ancient grudge or hate towards me or the other girls, and we could finally lead well-deserved vanilla lives from now on. It's been 2 years since they were put behind bars, and I have been incredibly happy and relieved since then.

I sat up from Jordan's embrace and kissed him again. Then with a newfound spark in my step, I hopped off the bed and put on some clothes. Jordan laughed and asked, "Where are you going?" I ecstatically replied, "I am going to work!"

I work in a design studio - my design studio! It's not very big, but it's nice for only a year of operation. Here with the help of a personal assistant and two junior designers, we take and create beautiful and one-of-a-kind works of fabric art at the order of paying customers. Our office is located one the 12th floor of a little building in Manhattan. On the door hangs proudly a sign that reads, "Custom Creations - Marin and Associates". When a customer walks through our clear glass French doors, they will see royal blue room with white accents and wine red carpets. A small desk sits off to the side of the doors. This is where we sit down to have one-on-one conversations with our customers about what they are wanting. They will see a massive closet on the north wall where we keep all of our fabrics by the yard, although we are more than willing to order in something new if what they want something we don't have on hand. The entire south wall is covered in small drawers and shelves to hold all of our other materials such as thread, extra sewing machine needles, buttons, ribbon, and so much more. The east wall has work stations and mannequins set up. Finally, in front of the west wall is a beautifully hand-carved mahogany desk made and given to me by a dear friend, Toby Cavanaugh. On that masterpiece of a desk lies all the papers and such that I need to run my company. This is the place I call my work, although as the saying goes, I haven't worked a day since starting this company because I truly love what I am doing.

I walk through the doors to my office and take a deep happy breath before beginning my day. I check the schedule and we have three pre-set appointments. One of them is a lady by the name of Harper coming to have a gown made for the Met Ball. The next is a couple coming to talk about getting three dresses made which are each unique but matching for the bridesmaids in their wedding. They gave the last name Watson for their appointment. The last name I see on our books gives me a shock - it's Aria Montgomery. The reason for the appointment given just said in quotes "I'll tell her when I get there." I wondered what on earth she could be making an appointment for.

The day was a little bit of a blur, that is until the clock struck 3:00 PM. That was when Aria was supposed to come in. I looked to the doors and saw no one. Five minutes later I checked again and saw neither hide nor hair of my old friend. At 3:15 PM, I saw a familiar petite figure walked through my office doors. I recognized the form to be that of Miss Aria Montgomery. She spotted me and squealed like a high-school girl. She exclaimed, "Hanna!" and practically ran to me. We hugged and laughed for a minute. When we finally pulled away from each other, she laughed and said, "Sorry I'm late! I got lost! Haha I had to ask like ten different people for directions." I laughed and replied, "It's alright! Now, what are you doing here?" She beamed at me and just held up her left hand. On it I saw a gorgeous engagement ring. I took her hand to examine the ring and exclaimed, "What?! Ezra proposed! Oh my god, congratulations!" She beamed even more radiantly at me and said, "I want you to design my wedding dress! And! I want you to design your's, Spencer's, Emily's, and Allison's maids-of-honor dresses! I could never decide between the four of you to see who would be my maid-of-honor, so I decided that I wanted all four of you to be my maids-of-honor! And of course that deserves dresses made by the amazingly talented Hanna Marin! What do you say? To the dresses and to being a maid-of-honor?" I gave her a quick hug and upon pulling back told her, "Of course I will! And these five dresses will be my wedding gift to you." Her eyes widened with shock and said, "Oh no! I could never ask that of you! That's too much!" I laughed and replied, "Well it's a good thing then that you didn't ask because it's happening whether you like it or not!" She shook her head and said, "Nope! I will not accept it. It's far too much, and custom dresses are expensive! This is your livelihood!" I huffed and replied, "Well, then how about we compromise? How about I give you just a discount? I think half-off for each dress is perfectly acceptable." She thought for a moment and nodded her head, "Fine. I'll accept that." I laughed and guided her over to the table for our customer conversation.

We talked for hours, and at the end of it, we had completely planned out all five dresses. The colors for her wedding were hot pink and black. Each of the maid-of-honor dresses were to be black with hot pink accents. For Spencer's dress she planned out a strapless floor-length mermaid style dress, with hot pink accents making a wide criss-cross pattern down the front. For Allison's dress she planned out a short flared out 50's style dress with single-strap and a sweetheart neckline, and a single wide pink band around the waist. For Emily's dress she planned out a high-low dress where the low touched the floor and the high was at the knees, with a halter neckline, and the pink accents edging the hem and neck of the dress. For my dress she planned a strapless ball gown with a twist. The neckline would be straight across, there would be no underneath tulle for fluff, and instead there would be a thigh-high slit which would expose my leg no matter if I was walking or standing still. The best by far was Aria's wedding dress. Her gown was fairly simple but nonetheless incredibly elegant. Her dress would be a soft white, double-strapped, fitted gown with a sweetheart neckline. Her straps would start wide at the top and would slim down closer to the connection with the dress itself. The dress would be the most fitted at the top and then loosen up at the hips, where it would begin to form the train which would be a good two and half feet long. There would be no embellishment beads, but there would a simple-patterned lace covering the entire dress. The simple sketch images which formed on the pages in front of me where absolutely amazing, and I could not have been more excited.

By the time we finished it was already 7:00 PM. I hugged her goodbye and made my way home. By the time I got back to Jordan and I's apartment, I was exhausted. I set my purse by the door, kicked off my heels and made a beeline into Jordan's arms. He picked me up and spun me around in a circle as we hugged. When he set me down I gave him a kiss. When we finished, he pulled away and asked with a laugh, "What's got you in such a good mood?" I said happily, "I met with Aria today, and I am not only going to be a maid-of-honor in her wedding, but I am also designing all of the maid-of-honor dresses and her wedding dress!" He smiled and said, "Congratulations! Well this deserves to be celebrated! How about we get your favorite take-out?" I kisses him and replied, "Sounds amazing!" He gave me a look that could only be described as that of someone who is madly in love, and picked up the phone to order out.