Epilogue-two weeks later

Music began playing in the room next to where I was standing, and I had to count to a hundred just to calm my nerves. Taylor saw my distress and ran a comforting hand over my arm to calm me. He looped his arm with mine and I blushed.

I had missed him desperately while I was searching for my parents, but I knew that he understood how important it was for me to do it. That's why I loved him. We didn't need secrets because neither of us had anything to hide.

Nudge, up ahead, muttered to Krystal to keep moving and my first real friend did as she was told. Her hot pink floor length dress dragged a little behind her as she threw flowers up in the air, but she didn't care. She was twelve and didn't fully understand how big of a deal this wedding was.

I, on the other hand, completely understood the importance. Fang proposed as soon as everyone was finished hugging Max, right there in front of Nudge, Iggy, Angel, Total, Krystal, and me. Max apologized for saying "yes" sixteen years too late, but Fang brushed it off, instead kissing her deeply enough to embarrass his niece.

Krystal was the flower girl, Total was the ring bearer, Ella was a bridesmaid escorted by Iggy (the best man), Angel and Ella were the other two bridesmaids and walked down together behind Ella, and I took up the rear with Taylor.

That just left me with a spot to fill. I was more than happy to be another bridesmaid, but Max wasn't having any of it. I got to be the maid of honor and, as cliche as it sounds, I was honored that my mother chose me.

We all wore whatever we wanted (or in my case, what Nudge wanted) and were all in matching dresses in different colors. Krystal's was hot pink, Nudge's was bright orange, Ella's was lime green, and mine was electric blue. Iggy and Taylor were in simple black tuxes with white button down shirts underneath.

I saw the Spearmens in the second row, opposite Ella's husband and children, and I gave a small wave.

Though most of them didn't know about the wings or me being special, they had all accepted me leaving gracefully. Though I had been in their foster home for almost a year and they were planning on adopting me, they knew that I belonged with my real parents.

The paperwork was the only thing that kept this wedding from happening two weeks ago.

Max wanted me to be legally hers again when she walked down the aisle. "It's the only way that I'll do this." Max told Fang sternly. "I want my family to be there."

Of course, Fang agreed completely.

When we got to the end of the aisle, Taylor went to sit down and we all turned to look at Max walking down in all white.

She wasn't in a typical wedding dress, but that had never been her style. Instead, she was fitted in white white-wash jeans, a white baby doll tee, and matching white ballet slippers. She looked gorgeous, and exactly like my mother, the Maximum Ride.

Fang was dressed in his typical get-up: black jeans and black boots. In place of his usual worn out black t-shirt, he had a white button down that really made his eyes pop. This was, after all, a wedding.

Their vows were simple and to the point, but no one cared much that it took longer for all of us to get into our dresses than it did for them to exchange eternal vows.

My parents were in love like they were teenagers still, and I had my boyfriend by my side; nothing could make this day better.

This wasn't just my fairytale finally coming true, it was my life. This was my happily ever after. I never dreamed it could happen to a mutant freak like me. But that just goes to show you that anything is possible.