Dear Diary,

Sorry I haven't written in you in a while! (But, I mean, at least it's not seven years this time, right?) But I have a very good reason – I've been busily preparing for my wedding! MY WEDDING, DIARY. That's right! Soon, I will become Amity Noceda, just like I've always dreamed of. But there's a lot to be done before the wedding starts. Edric turned out to not be a very good choice for a wedding planner. It's not anything against him – it's just that Luz wanted a traditional Sephardic Jewish wedding, and Edric doesn't know a darn thing about that.

So instead, Camila became the wedding planner. It was a good choice, because she'd been dreaming about Luz having a wedding for many years, just as Edric had once dreamed of planning Emira's wedding. Camila has been a model of ruthless efficiency in planning the wedding, and unfortunately, she's mostly shut us out from the planning process. I trust her, of course, but still…I'm not the sort of person who likes not being in control of things. Luz is totally fine with it…when she's not fretting about all the things that could go horribly wrong. (Not that she thinks that things will go wrong because of Camila, just because, well, the Isles are a pretty chaotic place, even now.)

A lot of my family was pretty bummed out that I wasn't going with a traditional wedding, but I'm gonna be honest with you, Diary: I just could not handle it. The revelry of a traditional wedding here in the Isles is just too much for me. The last time I attended one was Emira's wedding, and I got the mother of all sensory overloads during the ceremony. Heck, I even fainted at some point, I think! So, no, I couldn't handle it.

But there's more to it than that. Three years ago, I converted to Judaism. It was not a decision I made lightly. But Luz and Camila were essential parts of my existence, and I wanted to make their culture mine as well. I rigorously studied the traditions, learned to read Hebrew, and, uh, well, might have memorized the Torah in its entirety with the help of some brain enhancing glyphs Luz discovered. Okay, yeah, I totally went overboard. I got immersed in a ritual bath, called a mikveh, as was mandatory for converts, and then I went before a beth din – a court of rabbis – to convince them. It was not easy. There's been a lot of debate on whether or not nonhumans can become Jews. A lot of debates about how various aspects of the Demon Realm pertain to Judaism in general, actually. (Jews absolutely love these kinds of debates; it's one of the most fundamental aspects of their culture.) But eventually, it was decided that I could convert! And here I am now, a proud member of Luz's religion and culture.

It's not been easy to just sit back and let Camila plan the wedding, but I do have to concede that she's doing a pretty good job of it. She's been working hard to make a wedding that both respected Jewish tradition as well as the culture of the Demon Realm. The wedding is going to be held around the stone circle that we used to open the portal to the In-Between Realm, so Eduardo will be able to attend.

The portal remains stable, and Steve and I finally got a chance to tell Luz about it. She was pissed, to say the least, that I kept it from her, but the prospect of having regular contact with a version of her father overwhelmed her anger. We've thus far discovered no way to make Eduardo tangible or to allow him to manifest outside the circle. Moving the stones of the circle didn't help either – it just made the portal collapse. Luz now has regular meetings with Eduardo three times a week. She wishes she could meet with him more, but she recognizes that he has a life in his own dimension, looking after the other version of Luz, who apparently is pregnant with her second child with Avery. (It's still weird to think of them being together…though not as weird as the other me and Clara.)

Before the wedding ceremony, it's traditional for brides to immerse in a mikveh, like I did when I converted. It's not required in Reform Judaism, the particular strain of Judaism that Luz practices (not a lot of things are, really), and it's honestly not common either, but I wanted to do it. Female friends and family of the bride sometimes attend the ceremony. There isn't a synagogue in the Boiling Isles, so I had to use the mikveh in Luz's old synagogue in Seattle. Luz and I are having separate ceremonies.

I could have immersed alone, or just with Emira, but I chose to invite Willow, Skara, and Viney in addition to Emira instead. I wanted my friends and family with me. Camila would be attending Luz's ceremony and we agreed it wasn't right for her to attend both. Since my guests aren't Jewish, they decided that they wouldn't immerse themselves in the pool with me. I was wearing the same one piece swimsuit that had literally nearly given Luz a heart attack the first time she saw me in it. The mikveh is an extremely small pool with steps leading into it. For some reason, I felt fear as I entered the room with my family at my heels. I suppose it's because it really felt real in that moment. Not that I'm scared of marrying Luz…but it's a big step into the unknown.

"Immersion in water softens our form, making us malleable, dissolving some of the rigidity of who we are," I recited. This was part of the ritual. I wanted to do it in a largely traditional manner, even though Luz assuredly would have understood if I did it more informally. She was no doubt doing it that way herself, but I didn't know. We had agreed we wouldn't discuss each other's ceremonies. "This allows us to decide who we wish to be when we come out of the water. The water changes us neither by washing away something nor by letting something soak in to us, but simply by softening us so that we can choose to remold ourselves in a different image."

I stepped over to the edge of the mikveh, at the foot of the stairs. "Our mothers Rebecca and Rachel were betrothed and began new lives at the gently flowing water of the well. Our mother Yocheved gave renewed life to her child Moses in the ever-flowing waters of the Nile. Our sister Miriam danced for the saving of lives beside the overflowing water of the Sea of Reeds. Water is God's gift to living souls, to cleanse us, to purify us, to sustain and to renew us." I took a deep breath. "I am now prepared to leave behind that which I no longer choose, to become one with another life, to become a creator of new possibilities, to become a partner in sharing the joys of life, to teach and to learn the lessons of modern life."

I slowly walked down the steps of the mikveh and entered the pool. I laid down and lowered myself fully into the pool so that water covered every part of my body. When I emerged, I recited, in Hebrew, "Praised are You, Adonai, God of all creation, who sanctifies us with Your commandments and commands us concerning immersion."

I took a deep breath and then exhaled completely. I immersed myself in the pool a second time and then when I emerged I recited, in Hebrew, "I will betroth you to me forever. I will betroth you to me with righteousness and justice, with lovingkindness and with compassion. I will betroth you to me in truth, and we will come to know God."

I took another deep breath. This one was not mandated by the ritual; I just needed to do it for me. Then I recited, in English, "My God, Creator and Sustainer of all life, may I step forward into a life filled with continued wisdom and deeds of kindness. May I step forward into a life filled with the blessings of new beginnings. May I be a loving mate, partner, and friend to my beloved. May You, God, who has blessed my coming forth into this day, bless my going out into life, fulfillment, and peace."

Finally, I immersed myself in the bath for the third and final time. And I felt…something. It's very difficult for me to articulate into words, Diary. It felt like I was…connected, for an infinitesimal length of time, to everything. It was probably just my overactive imagination. Probably. "Blessed are You," I recited in Hebrew, "Majestic Spirit of the Universe, who gives me life, sustains the rhythms of my body and brings me to this moment of renewal."

I got to a sitting position and laid back in the water, relaxing. "That's it!" I announced.

Emira wiped a tear from her eyes. "That was beautiful," she admitted. She'd been teasing me for ages about how dull our wedding would be compared to hers. I was fine with that. After all, her wedding had truly been a low point of my life. "Oh, Amity, you must be so happy right now."

"I am!" I said, not even bothering to keep the enthusiasm out of my voice. "Luz is going to be my wife! I'm going to be her wife! We'll be wives!"

Willow's mouth twitched in amusement. "Well, after all the nudging I had to do to get you two together, I should hope so. I'm so happy for you. Hey, remember back when we were six, and we thought we were going to get married because we were best friends?"

I remembered that with a mixture of fondness and embarrassment. It had seemed quite natural at the time. Neither of us had truly understood what being married meant; we thought it was just something adults did to become really good friends. Anyway, we were six. One can only have so much embarrassment over things one did when one was six. "I bet you never thought you'd end up getting married to a basilisk instead or that I'd get married to a human!"

"Well, you're definitely right there," Willow admitted. "Hey, Skara, how're you and Emil doing?" Emil was the owner of a coffee shop not too far from Skara's recording studio, and Skara had just started dating him. Gus had given him his seal of approval and unlike many of Skara's boyfriends, he didn't even have the barest discomfort with the fact that she was in a QPR and technically married to Gus.

"It's looking promising!" Skara said. I was ready to give Emil the benefit of the doubt, but if I'm going to be honest, I don't trust Skara's perception of her relationships one iota. Skara is a good friend but when it comes to picking guys, it's like she's cursed. I hoped he'd attend the wedding so I could meet him face to face. "He's really sweet. He's into big romantic gestures. You know, chocolate, flowers, the still beating hearts of a dread scorpion." I was impressed. Most people just settled for no longer beating hearts of dread scorpions.

"And the Gus thing isn't a problem for him?" Viney asked skeptically. Viney had never really understood the whole QPR thing. In her opinion, Skara was just setting herself up for heartbreak later once she inevitably fell in love with Gus and had to cut things off with him. I could see where she was coming from, but it's been seven years and her prediction hasn't come to pass yet, so I think Skara's doing the right thing.

Skara shook her head. "Actually, him and Gus get along pretty well. I think Emil thinks of him as kind of a younger brother."

"Thank you all for coming today," I said earnestly. "I know this isn't your culture, your religion, even your world. Some days I worry it's not mine either. So it means a lot that you're here with me today."

"No problem, Amy," Emira assured me. "That's what family's all about."

As a child, I had always dreaded my wedding, because I had thought at the time that I'd have no choice but to be married off to a husband I did not love. But now, since I'm about to be married to a wife I love more than anything, I'm feeling pretty damn good about the whole thing. The wedding is in three days time, Diary. I'm so ready.

Yours faithfully,

Amity Bright (and next time I'll be Amity Noceda!)

Dear Diary,

I am so embarrassed right now. I don't know if I've ever been more embarrassed in my life. My wedding was supposed to be perfect, and it turned out to be imperfect, and the worst part about it was that it was all my fault. I made such a fool of myself. Here's how it all went down.

Well, for starters, for the last three days, I've been panicking nonstop. I've been tormented by nightmares where Luz doesn't even show up for the wedding or she gets eaten by some monster or just flat out refuses to marry me. In retrospect, I probably should have talked to her about these fears, but I was just too afraid, because I couldn't help worrying that she might say they were justified. But I did talk to Willow about them, and she's been so reassuring and helpful. She helped me see just how silly they were, and it allowed me to reach the day of the wedding with my sanity mostly intact.

On the day of the wedding, Luz and I went separately to the stone circle. The ritual had already been cast to summon Eduardo forth. He was dressed in a lovely tuxedo. All of our friends and family were there waiting for us: my siblings, their spouses, Vee and xyr wives, Sean and Caroline, Avery and Eileen, Gus, Skara, Emil, Steve, Eda, Raine, and last but not least, Camila. Everyone looked so beautiful. Even though I was wearing the fanciest dress I'd ever worn in my life, I still felt inadequate next to my friends and family. And I especially looked inadequate next to Luz, who was dressed in the wedding dress that Camila had worn to both of her weddings.

The chuppah, or canopy, was already set up in the center of the stone circle. Eduardo was awkwardly standing right next to it, looking sad that he couldn't go over to where Luz was. Camila was trying desperately to avoid even looking at Eduardo. While she was grateful that Luz had a chance to connect with a version of her father once more, she refused to have any contact with the man who only knew her variant as the mother of his daughter's cousin's boyfriend. It was just too painful for her.

I was veiled before the ceremony even started. Veiling the bride is a big tradition to Ashkenazi Jews, but not to the Sephardim. I considered it a very good thing that the veil prevented everyone from seeing the tears that were freely streaming down my cheeks. By the looks of it, Luz felt the same way.

The rabbi was the first person to enter the chuppah. It was surprisingly easy to find a rabbi to officiate. (We ardently rejected Hooty's suggestion to become ordained as a rabbi and officiate, ostensibly because it would take too much time, but really because the Jewish people had suffered enough indignities in their time without adding Hooty to the mix.) After that, Luz's honor attendants – Sean, Caroline, Vee, Gus, and Clara – walked in. Sean and Caroline walked in side by side, as did Vee and Clara, and Gus walked in alone. That was followed by Luz's person of honor, Avery. Finally, Luz herself walked in with Raine on the left side of her and Eda and Camila on the right side of her. Eduardo joined Raine when they reached the area he could be. They escorted her to the left side of the chuppah.

Next up, we had my own honor attendants – Edric, Hunter, and Skara – with Edric and Hunter walking in side by side and Skara walking in alone. My maid of honor was none other than the wonderful Willow. How could it have been anyone else? I had been a fool to give up on my friendship with Willow once, but that would never, ever happen again. Finally, the closest biological family that I had, Emira and Viney, started escorting me into the chuppah.

"You look perfect, baby sis," Emira said to me, looking prouder of me than she ever had before.

"Yeah," I said, sounding somewhat dazed. "Perfect…"

And then a horrible thought occurred to me. In retrospect, I acknowledge its utter ridiculousness, Diary, but my Titan, it just felt so plausible in the moment. The whole thing felt just too good to be true. It was too perfect. Absolutely nothing had gone wrong. There were no monsters attacking us. I was about to marry the love of my life, a girl who respected me, who adored me, who loved me more than anything. I was surrounded by my friends and family, all of whom would kill to protect me and gave me the love and respect I was denied time and time again by Odalia.

It couldn't have been real. It simply wasn't possible.

"This isn't right," I whispered.

"Ah, I had prewedding nerves when I married Vee too," Willow assured me. "It's absolutely natural. I guarantee you that Luz has been freaking out all day too!"

I took a few step backwards. "This isn't real. This can't be real! None of this is real! It's all just some sort of crazy illusion!" Everyone just stared at me, and, Titan, Diary, it's just so humiliating remembering all this in retrospect. But I genuinely believed what I was saying. "Luz!" I called out. "That puppeteer demon you faced, he created illusions to give people what they desired most, right?"

"Yeah, but Adegast is dead, Amity," she reminded me gently. She looked frightened. My paranoid mind concluded that it was because I was seeing through her façade. Why had I thought she'd give me an honest answer? Oh, Titan, this could all be Odalia's work! Maybe she somehow fought her way out of the Empathy Spell's grip and got a hold of my mind!

"Amity," Viney said gently, and I shoved her away. I must have used more force than I thought I was going to use, because she fell right onto the grass.

"YOU STAY BACK!" I shrieked. "You all stay back!"

The rabbi cleared his throat. "Is this…common around these parts?" he wondered. Everyone ignored him.

I started backing away from the chuppah. "I have to get out of here…I have to escape!"

"No one panic!" Edric called out. "I can solve this! All I need is a slice of fairy pie and a cup of the most soothing tea you can find!"

I ignored him, and I just ran for it. There had to be a way to escape from this dream world. Like in that song I loved, I had to find a passage back to the place I was before. How could I have been so stupid? Titan, for all I knew, the last seven years could have been an illusion! Maybe I never got my memories back and I'm in my subconscious right now while my conscious mind is serving Odalia in her conquest of the Isles. Oh, Titan, the real Luz could be dead.

So, yeah, anyway, there was a lot of spiraling as I ran and ran and ran in the direction of Bright Manor. If Odalia was waiting for me there, then that was where I would make my stand. I had to return to reality. I couldn't live this fantasy any longer. But it wasn't Odalia waiting for me in the foyer of Bright Manor when I finally had the presence of mind to use a teleportation glyph to get there. Instead, Edric was. As he had promised, he had a plate with a slice of fairy pie on it in one hand and a cup of tea in the other.

"No, it can't be!" I shouted. "How did you know where I'd go?"

"It, uh, it really wasn't all that difficult to figure out. Don't worry about it, Amity, have some pie!"

I laughed hysterically. "Some pie? A slice of my favorite desert and a nice cup of tea isn't going to change the fact that I'm trapped in a dream world!"

Edric tilted his head, looking slightly amused. "Now what makes you say that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I said, my voice despairing. "There's no real world where someone as terrific as Luz would ever want to marry someone as worthless as me." Edric looked shocked. "I'm so messed up inside and it took me seven damn years to even work up the courage to propose to her and I'm so frightened all the time! I can't be worthy of her. No one can, but especially not me. I'll just break her heart in the end! So, you see, a happy ending…it can't happen. Not to me."

"Oh," Edric said with a nod. "Okay then."

And then he hurled the fairy pie at my chest.

I let out a shriek. There was pie all over my beautiful wedding dress! It had cost me an arm and a leg to purchase, and I had to cut both those limbs off a still living manticore myself! How could he have done this to me? "YOU BASTARD!" I screeched at him.

He just calmly sipped his tea. "Wow, this is soothing. I really need to get the recipe for this."

"How could you ruin my dress like that?!" I ranted.

"Why shouldn't I have ruined your dress?" Edric retorted. "According to you, it's not real. Unless, of course…you're just lying to yourself about that."

Oh, he was clever. Very clever. And he was right. I knew it right then and there. Shame washed over me as if it was a physical wave. I had made a complete fool of myself in front of everyone I loved! How could I ever show my face again? "I'm so stupid…" I whispered.

"No!" Edric shouted, anger lining his facial features. "That's our mother talking. You're not stupid, Amity. You just got hurt. A lot. I did too. I had a similar freak-out before I married Hunter. Of course, mine wasn't at the wedding…" He cleared his throat. "Your trauma isn't any less valid because it's not physical. You know that. I guarantee you, at your anniversary, you'll be looking at this as a hilarious anecdote."

I wrapped Edric in a tight hug. The fact that this caused him to completely spill his tea and get pie all over him was totally not planned; it was just an added bonus. "But how can I face everyone?" I wondered. "My dress is ruined, I made an utter fool of myself in front of everyone who loves me."

"Exactly," Edric said. "They love you. They're not going to stop loving you just because you had a brief existential crisis. And as for your dress, I can help you with that." He took a concealment stone out of his pocket and pinned it to my hair. As far as anyone else was concerned, my dress was completely clean and unblemished. "There you go. You look perfect, Amy."

"You don't," I pointed out. "You gave me your only concealment stone!"

"And I'd make so many other sacrifices to make you happy," Edric assured me. "Now let's get your wedding back on track, shall we?"

We teleported back to the chuppah. I offered an incredibly nervous laugh to everyone. They all looked compassionate and kind, but to my panicked brain, it really looked like they were just pitying me. I felt so embarrassed. "I, uh, I'm ready to start again with this, you know, real ceremony. Uh, sorry."

"Don't think about it for another minute, nuera que será muy pronta," Camila said warmly. I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know what I would have done if Camila had turned against me because of that ridiculous display I gave. "We won't say another word about it."

Thankfully, the rabbi looked understanding. I was probably not the first bride to have ever gotten cold feet at a wedding, though my method of doing it was probably the most unique. After reciting the traditional betrothal blessings – technically speaking, that's what this part of the ceremony signified, our official betrothal – the rabbi held out a cup of wine. Luz and I both drank from it, one after the other. It was disgusting. I find most human alcohol to taste awful and this wine was no exception.

Luz held out my wedding ring. In Hebrew, she recited, "Behold, you are betrothed to unto me with this ring, according to the law of Moses and Israel," and slipped it on my finger. I did the same with hers.

"Betrothed, betrothed, betrothed!" the guests responded in Hebrew, as they'd rehearsed. At least they'd done their part right.

The next part of the ceremony involved the rabbi reading out our ketubah, the traditional (and not legally binding) marriage contract. It was a pretty standard one, exhorting us to live a life of love and justice and lovingkindness and to continue to be each other's best friend at the very core of our relationship. Camila shamelessly cried the whole way through. Eda was a lot more circumspect, but I thought I detected some tears in her eyes.

The cup was refilled and the rabbi recited a set of seven blessings in Hebrew. After this, Camila, Eda, Raine, Eduardo, Emira, and Edric in that order recited six of the seven blessings in English, with Camila returning to recite the seventh. Then I had to drink another cup of wine. Ugh. Give me some good old fashioned apple blood any day.

And with that, Luz and I were married.

I am Luz's wife! I am Amity Noceda! We finally did it, Diary! I married the love of my life. I never thought I'd get to see this day – some days, I even wondered if I'd live to see this day. But it's here. I did it. Luz is my wife now, and I can't remember a moment when I've ever been happier. It may have seemed too good to be true, but now I know it is true, and that's a thrill that I don't think will ever go away.

Of course, that wasn't the end of the ceremony. There was still one more formal element to go. Taking a deep breath, Luz recited, in Hebrew, "If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither; let my tongue stuck to my palate if I cease to think of you, if I do not keep Jerusalem in memory even at my happiest hour."

Then the rabbi placed a glass on the floor and covered it with a cloth. I knew what was going to happen next. It was an incredibly important moment, one of the most important pieces of symbolism in the entire wedding. "Are you ready?"

"Sí, mi esposa asombrosa," Luz said with a huge grin. "I was born ready." I let out a squeal. I was her awesome wife now!

We both stomped on the glass as hard as we could and it broke with a shattering of glass. Exactly why this is done is unclear; there are many explanations for the tradition, all of which seem equally plausible. The why was irrelevant. What mattered was that I was here, breaking this glass with Luz.

And thus the party began! If there's one thing Jews are good at, it's putting on celebrations. All the discrimination that they – uh, we; sorry, Diary, I still have difficulty getting used to that – have faced means that when we do have something to celebrate, we go all out. Skara and Raine used their bard magic to make the songs just resonate deeply within everyone's bones in a way I can scarcely describe on paper, Diary.

"Luz, I am so, so sorry," I said as the two of us started dancing. "I ruined the whole wedding."

Luz looked bewildered. "What? No! Don't be silly, Amity. Hey, you're not the only one who's had doubts about the reality of our situation. Remember how Lucia attacked you cause she thought she was in a coma?" I grimaced. I did not want the reminder of how Luz's inner self had reacted to me at first with great hostility. "Look, sweetie, I didn't marry you because you're perfect. I married you because you're Amity. You'll make mistakes and I'll make mistakes, and that's okay, because…?"

"We can fix this together," I recited.

"Bingo!" she said, and pulled me in for a kiss. "Now no more of this silly talk, okay? You still wanna take my name? I won't be offended if you keep yours, I promise."

I looked at her incredulously. "Luz. I have been dreaming about becoming Amity Noceda since Grom. Some days, that hope was literally the only thing that kept me going. I am Amity Noceda now, and if you know what's good for you, it's going to stay that way." She grinned at me.

There was a clearing of a throat and Camila and Eduardo were standing right next to us. For this momentous occasion, Camila looked like she was working past her discomfort about spending time with the alternate Eduardo.

"Oh, lucecita," Eduardo said, wiping away a tear from his eyes. "I am so happy for you. Don't tell anyone else from my universe, but, honestly, I liked this wedding more than I liked the one my Luz had to Avery. They're really not big fans of organized religion…the two of them had a very secular wedding. And there's nothing wrong with that! But I'm glad I had a chance to see my daughter married in a traditional Jewish wedding as well."

"Te quiero, papi," Luz said with a melancholy smile. "I just wish my timeline's version of you could be here to see this. And that you were here in the flesh…I'd love to be able to hug you."

"Me too," he admitted. He turned to face me. "Amity, congratulations. And don't worry about that little incident. Mi búho made just as much a fool of herself during her own wedding…and it just made me love her more. Am I going to be seeing grandchildren one of these days?"

My face turned so red that it was probably not even on the visible spectrum anymore. "Uh!" I responded eloquently and then words failed me.

"One thing at a time, Dad!" Luz said with a wink. "Don't rush us."

Camila clasped both my hands. "Oh, nuera," she said, her eyes watering up with tears once more. "I'm so glad you finally made it here." She was referring to more than my physical location. She was pleased I'd finally progressed as far on the journey to become the person I was always meant to be as I have. "I have every faith you and Luz will be happy for the rest of your lives. And remember, sweetie, my door is always open if you need to talk to someone. That's what a mother is for…or a mother-in-law, in this case."

"Thank you, Camila," I said, retreating a bit into my usual coping strategy of stiff formality. It wasn't because I was distressed; it was because breaking out in tears would have humiliated me even more than before.

The two of us went from person to person, accepting congratulations and awkward assurances that my little breakdown was fine, and I'll tell you right now, Diary, it was exhausting. I really felt like I was ready to get home and rest. I mean, I know it's traditional for the married couple to dress up and travel that night, but I didn't think I'd be able to do anything more in my bed than just sleep for days. I really just smiled and nodded at appropriate moments, and I eventually found a chair and fell asleep in it.

Luz just let me sleep and when she woke me up again, the wedding was over and all the guests were gone. "You just looked so cute sleeping, I didn't wanna wake you up," she said with a wink.

"Oh," I said, and then I put a hand to my face. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry. I fell asleep on you…I abandoned our guests! Oh, I'm truly terrible at this marriage stuff…"

"No, no, it's okay," Luz said and she kissed me on the lips, and for a few seconds, I stopped those spiraling thoughts of mine. "Let's go home, batata esposa. We're gonna get a good night's sleep. I had a trying day too…so very few spoons left."

But I haven't been able to sleep, Diary. I've just been lying awake, writing in you, trying to stop all these thoughts of how much I giraffed everything off from circulating in my head. Luz was nice to me, but surely some part of her resents me for ruining my wedding? How long will it be before she finds someone better than me? She still thinks my Grom crush was

Okay, I'm putting a stop to this right now. Hi, Amity's Diary, I'm Luz! You probably remember me from all the many, many times she's written about me in you! And I wanted to set the story straight. Amity, this day was the most incredible one in my entire life. I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed when you ran off. The only thing I felt was worry that you might hurt yourself. Okay? Let's make one thing clear right now. I will never, ever find someone better than you, because no one like that can possibly exist.

I love you. I will always love you. You are my wife and my best friend and my partner and I made a pledge that I will support you in all things, and I will honor it. I am so happy I finally got a chance to marry you. I've been dreaming about it for seven years, and it was even more incredible than I could possibly imagined.

So you just take those negative thoughts and shove them in the trash compactor where they belong, okay, sweetheart?

Okay, Luz. I think I can do that. At least for right now. Thank you for marrying me. Te amo. And now, Diary, I can finally put you aside and get a well needed night of sleep.

Yours faithfully,

Amity Noceda (!)