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Bella knew weddings were chaotic, but she never imagined her wedding day was going to be something like this.

It all started with the day of her bachelorette party—which was just a sleepover party with her daughters and her friends, and somehow, Embry managed to get invited to it.

Embry Call was kind of her best friend, and Bella did not see that coming. Angela and Jessica were her friends from high school, and the few people who didn't turn away from when she became pregnant.

She was used to having few friends, and was content with having only Jess and Angie as company, but apparently, when she started working at Sue's Diner, and later, started dating Paul, it was like Embry's mission in life was becoming her friend.

It didn't take long before he was befriending Giovanna and Angela, and having a tiny crush on Jessica. It was adorable, and one of the reasons why Bella didn't complain about him joining the bachelorette party.

And now, the day of her wedding, and it seemed like everything was going to shambles.

"Embry, what the hell are you wearing?" Bella asked, walking to the hotel room she had booked to get ready.

Embry was twirling in a pale blue dress, looking adorable and weird at the same time.

"What? You didn't like it? I thought all the bridesmaids were wearing it?" he asked, turning to her with a big smile.

"Yes," Bella drawled, "the bridesmaids are wearing it. Why are you wearing it?"

Embry's smile became bigger. "Yeah, I know. But we had a tiny situation and this was the way he managed to get everything under control."

Bella raised one eyebrow, waiting for Embry to continue.

"Giovanna and Maya were having a little meltdown over how everything is changing, and how they are going to be sisters for real, and what this means for the future and all the things five-year-olds can think of." Embry was speaking so fast, Bella was having trouble following it. "So, I put this dress on and they smile, so I take it as a win!"

It was all happening too fast, and it dawned on Bella: if the girls were having second thoughts, it has to mean something, doesn't it?

"Oh my God…" Bella said, falling on the chair next to her. "I don't think I should marry Paul."

"WHAT?" Three voices yelled, and Bella turned, with wide eyes to them, not knowing what to do anymore.


Paul was going to be sick. It was his wedding day and he felt like nothing was making sense anymore. He was waiting at the altar, with his best man and groomsmen, but Bella hadn't appeared yet.

It was customary for brides to be late, but Paul was almost thinking something wrong had happened.

"Can you relax? She and the girls will be here soon," Jared, his best friend and best man, was trying to calm him down, but Paul knew something was wrong.

"They were supposed to be here already. She isn't coming, is she? She changed her mind and I'll be left at the altar, I knew it!" Paul whined, turning to Jared with widened eyes. "What I'm going to tell Maya?"

"Paul, relax man! She's coming, she would never dream of leaving you," Jared tried to calm him down, but Paul was panicking.

He probably would continue to panic, if it wasn't for the wedding march starting to play, and he saw Jessica, Angela and—that was Embry in a bridesmaid dress?

"When did Embry become a bridesmaid?" Jared whispered, but Paul couldn't think of it right now, not when his daughters were walking down the aisle.

Maya and Giovanna were radiant, throwing rose petals and smiling at anyone who looked at them. It was something they had dreamed for a while, and Paul couldn't be happier than seeing them walk. Until Bella started walking towards him.

She was a vision in white, in a simple gown, that showed her curves, and Paul couldn't wait until he could take it off her. Charlie was smiling at her, and Paul could sort of understand what was going through his mind at that moment.

It didn't take long before Bella was right in front of him, and for a moment in time, Paul forgot all of his vows, focusing only on her.

"Hi," he mouthed, to which Bella smiled and in that moment, Paul knew: everything would be alright.


In no time at all, they were married. Bella could hardly believe how fast it had passed, but here she was: married.

"How are you doing, Mrs Lahote?" Paul asked, putting his arms around her waist and hugging her to his chest.

"I'm happy," Bella replied, turning to see her new husband. "You make me believe in love again, Paul. And I couldn't be happier with our little family."

Paul smiled, before kissing her, and Bella knew, she was right were she was supposed to be.