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He shrugs, then turns to me. "You look stunning, T."
"Oh, sure, she gets a 'stunning' and I get raccoon," Shea complains as they walk out of the room.
It's just me and Mr. M—Papa now. He hands me my bouquet.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
I nod. "I am."
"Then let's get you married."
We walk to where the doors are closed and wait for the wedding march to begin.
The doors open and at the end of the aisle is a smiling Xander Mackenzie waiting to make me his wife.
If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up.
When I get closer, I look down at their feet. They're all wearing their Chucks—including Xander.
