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Chapter 30

^ Brie's dress because I forgot to add it into the collage, and I've also changed the rings so you can ignore the ones in the collage:

Wedding Day!

"Where's your Converse," I hear as I'm sitting on the edge of the bed strapping on my heels. I glance up to see Dean in his Groomsmen suit, finishing off a hot wing and his lips covered in sauce because of it.

"I figured I'd get fancy for the occasion," I reply with narrowed eyes, my head crooked to the side as I take in the sight of Dean in front of me. "Where did you get that?"

"This." He holds up the wing, though it's more of a bone now seeing as how he's eaten most of it. He shrugs as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "The caterers passed by me on my way up here and I snagged one off their plates."

I sigh, bringing a hand to my temple. "Ambrose, those are for the reception. Which, in case you didn't know, happens after Seth and I say 'I do'. You don't eat right before or during the wedding."

His eyes widen like he's been punched in the gut. "You mean to tell me the flower girl only throws out flowers? No snacks?"

"I don't know what weddings you've been to in the past," I begin as I continue strapping on my heels, "or what you've seen on television, but they're named "flower" girls for a reason." When I get both heels tightened I look back up at Dean. "Alanna will not be throwing out any food and even if she was, you're a Groomsmen so you wouldn't get any."