Epilogue (Jessica's POV)

"Do you, Michael Chuckson, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…in sickness and in health…to love and to cherish…till death do you part?" the Grecian priest (aka: Hermes, the messenger god!) asked. Michael took my hands in his and flashed a beautiful smile. That was the first time I ever a smile on his face.

"I do," he said. Hermes smiled at him and turned a little so he could recite those marriage-vow words to me.

"Do you, Jessica Winston…take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…in sickness and in health…to love and to cherish…till death do you part?" he asked. I nodded rapidly and gave Michael's hands a little love squeeze.

"I do very much!" I exclaimed. Hermes' smile widened a little more. I think he likes watching people love each other.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" he said. Michael and I then leaned towards each other, our lips puckered up. When our lips connected with each other, there was a long, soothing harmony attached to it. That kiss was made of pure loveliness, that's for sure. When we finally let our lips part from each other, I couldn't bear to let go of him.

"I was born to love you," Michael said, and the long, harmony-ridden kiss started back up again. This time, the crowd of guests were cheering us on, excited that we were marrying each other.

"I knew it'd work! Way to go, Jess! Woo-hoo!" Mom exclaimed from her seat. I smiled and waved at her, careful to make sure that I didn't lose my wedding etiquette. At that moment, my friend, Leila (see chapter one), came up to us, a book in her hand. I immediately recognized it as the autograph book from that fateful day from so long ago.

"Michael…would you mind…signing this book? If you still don't like your fans asking you to sign things and take pictures, you don't have to," she said. I looked over at Michael with pleading eyes. He didn't look at me, but looked at Leila with apologetic eyes. He knew I'd told her about that incident from when we were teenagers. I half-expected him to pull that same stunt again, but instead of doing so, he gently took the autograph book from Leila. She gave him a pen, and he proceeded to sign his name. When he gave it back to her, she was so happy that I could've sworn I saw rainbows behind her. Well, not really, but you get the point.

"Oh, and would it be too much to ask for a picture?" Leila asked, holding up a camera. Michael smiled at her, which made her even happier than she already was.

"Say cheese!" she exclaimed, turning on her camera. Michael and I immediately struck a pose next to each other, smiles lighting up our faces.

"Cheese!" we responded. The flash went off on her camera, and when Leila took a look at her photo, she smiled and did a little happy dance.

"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed. We watched as she ran back to her seat, and when she sat down, Michael and I looked at each other again. Our lips locked again, but this time, we didn't let go.

The End