Hey buddies I'm back!
First of all, it's not like I didn't update soon because I'm a ghost, which maybe I'm.
But because I really wanted to complete the whole wedding scene in just one chapter.
Which took me, I don't know how many days but yeah,
More than 9500 words.
So yeah enjoy!
Also I don't know but as much I can think, upcoming updates will be smaller.
Also in this chapter I tried my best to add whatever was inside me but still....everytime I read it, it's feeling boring so...what I can say is that...
Just a suggestion....that....
Read it in small parts, not the whole in once to avoid boredom.
Also you'll need a high quality imagining brain to imagine the....
Also this chapter is dedicated to all my lovely readers who always supported me, give suggestions, have votes or even just read. ❤️
Exactly one hour before the wedding, Keifer's room was a scene of absolute, coordinated disaster.
The spacious, modern bedroom looked like a bomb of glitter, hairspray, and silk had gone off in it.
Keifer was sitting calmly on the edge of the king-sized bed, already fully dressed in his pristine, dark wedding suit.
He looked incredibly sharp, striking, and ready to walk down the aisle-
which was a miracle, considering he had been forced to get ready completely on his own.
Meanwhile, Sophia and the rest of the girls had completely hijacked his space.
For the last four hours, they had been using his massive vanity mirror,
his full-length mirrors,
and basically every shiny surface in the room to do their own makeup touch-ups, fix their dresses, and perfect their hair.
They hadn't helped him with a single thing.
Keifer adjusted his cuffs, his dark eyes scanning the chaotic flurry of bobby pins and lipstick tubes scattered across his dresser.
"Hey,"
Keifer finally called out, his deep voice cutting through the chatter.
"Are you guys ever going to help me with my tie, or are you just going to keep colonizing my room?"
Sophia didn't even turn around. She just tilted her head closer to the mirror, carefully applying a fresh layer of lip gloss.
"Excuse me?
Why do you need our help?"
she scoffed dramatically.
"You're rich.
You've got a personal makeup artist, a celebrity designer, and blah blah blah.
Go call them."
"They're downstairs,"
Keifer muttered, raising an eyebrow.
"And I don't need an artist, I just asked for someone to check the back of my collar."
"Do we look like your assistants?"
Freya laughed, holding a curling iron in one hand while checking her reflection.
"Besides, we have a much bigger responsibility right now.
We are the bridesmaids.
We are way more important to get ready."
"Wait, actually, scratch that,"
Sophia interrupted, suddenly turning around with a look of mock betrayal on her face.
She dramatically dabbed the corner of her eye as if wiping away a fake tear.
"We aren't even getting to be bridesmaids because of you!"
Keifer blinked, looking at her in confusion.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, Keifer!" Sophia huffed, throwing her hands up.
"Now those stupid friends of yours are the bridesmaids!"
Keifer's eyebrows shot up.
"Bridesmaids?
The boys?"
"Yes! The boys!"
Cheska giggled from the side, trying to keep her eyeliner straight.
"Section E literally threw a whole tantrum and demanded to be on Jay's side.
They forced their way into being her bridesmaids.
So now, we are just guests while Felix and Ci-N are trying to figure out how to carry a bouquet!"
"If the groom looks a little messy, people just say 'Oh, he's stressed,'"
Sophia added, turning back to the mirror with a sassy shrug.
"But we still have to look flawless.
So sit tight, look handsome, and let us work."
Keifer just leaned back on his hands, a faint, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he pictured the boys wearing matching corsages.
He checked his watch-fifty-five minutes left.
He could survive fifty-five more minutes of this.
**
If Keifer's room was a coordinated disaster, Jay's room was a full-scale, catastrophic battlefield.
Jay sat perfectly still on the edge of her bed, already wearing her breathtaking white wedding gown.
She looked like an absolute angel, her makeup flawless and her hair pinned back in an elegant updo.
But the expression on her face was anything but serene.
Both of her eyebrows were raised to the heavens as she watched the sheer, unadulterated chaos unfolding in front of her.
The Section E boys had completely taken over, and they weren't just getting ready-
they were competing for a crown no one had offered them.
"Jay-jay! Look at me!"
Percy shouted, aggressively flexing his biceps in front of her full-length mirror, nearly knocking over a vase of flowers.
"On a scale of one to ten, how illegal is it for a bridesmaid to be this handsome?
I'm genuinely worried I'm going to make the girls faint when I walk down the aisle."
Before Jay could even process the absurdity of the question,
Felix pushed Percy out of the way, smoothly running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
"Please, Percy, look at your hairline and then look at mine.
Jay, tell him the truth.
I am the definition of perfection today.
If Keifer sees me, he's going to regret not asking me to be the bride."
Near the door, David stood with his arms crossed, watching the whole circus unfold.
He just slowly shook his head in pure exasperation, letting out a heavy sigh at his friends' endless antics.
Jay opened her mouth to speak, but a chorus of back-to-back roasts instantly drowned her out.
"Perfection?
Felix, your tie looks like a choked python,"
Danzel fired back from the corner, where he was trying to figure out how to pin a delicate floral corsage onto his lapel without stabbing himself.
"And Percy, the only thing illegal about you today is that cologne.
You smell like a department store exploded."
"Hey! This is imported!" Percy yelled, offended.
"Imported from where?
A chemical plant?"
Kit chimed in, laughing as he adjusted his jacket.
"Jay, seriously, don't look at them.
Look at me.
Do you think my smile is dazzling enough to distract the photographer from Keifer's stony face?"
Jay looked around the rowdy crowd, suddenly noticing a few very important faces were missing from the room. She frowned slightly, looking over at the group.
"Wait a minute,"
Jay cut in, her voice temporarily pausing the arguments.
"Where are Ci-N, Aries, Josh, and Calix?"
The moment she asked, the boys instantly stopped talking.
They slowly exchanged mischievous, knowing looks with one another, a unified, secretive smirk spreading across their faces.
"Oh, them?"
Felix said smoothly, casually brushing a piece of lint off his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, Jay.
They're just gone to do some... very important work."
Jay narrowed her eyes, not believing them for a second.
"What kind of important work?"
"You'll see, Jay-jay," Percy grinned, giving her a wink.
"Just trust the process."
"Guys..."
Jay let out a helpless but amused smile, her shoulders shaking with laughter as the room dissolved right back into its beautiful chaos.
"You all look great, but you do realize you're supposed to be focusing on me, right?
I'm the bride!"
"We know, Jay!"
Rory shouted over his shoulder, turning back to the mirror.
"And as your beautiful bridesmaids, it is our duty to look so stunning that Keifer looks ugly by comparison!
It's called strategy!"
Jay just lowered her head into her hands, laughing softly.
With friends like these, she didn't even have time to feel nervous about the ceremony.
**
Aries stood concealed behind a marble pillar near the main hallway, checking the perimeter like a secret agent.
Spotting his targets near the front of the stage, a slow, incredibly mischievous smirk spread across his face, and he raised his hand to flash a crisp thumbs-up.
Sophia and Cheska caught his signal from across the room and returned the smirk, giving him a synchronized nod.
The plan was officially in motion.
Up on the stage, Keifer stood perfectly tall, but inside, his chest was a battlefield.
He let out a long, heavy breath, loosening his shoulders.
"Why am I feeling this nervous?"
he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face before looking up at the high ceiling of the venue.
He was Keifer Watson.
He didn't do panic.
He didn't do nerves.
Yet, his heart was currently hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"Keifer, calm down.
It's just Jay.
It's just Jay....your Jay,"
he muttered under his breath, trying to use logic to soothe the sudden anxiety.
It didn't work at all.
Realizing that knowing it was Jay only made his heart beat faster, he took one more deep, grounding breath.
"Okay. I'm calm."
"Keiferrr!" a sudden voice called out from his right side.
"Jay-!" his breath hitched instantly.
He whipped his head around so fast he nearly strained his neck, his dark eyes wide with sudden anticipation.
But his face instantly fell into a deadpan expression when he realized it wasn't her.
It was Sophia and Cheska walking up the stage steps, both of them looking at him with their eyebrows raised in pure amusement.
"Calm down, bro," Sophia said, failing to hide the massive grin on her face.
"She's going to take a little bit more time.
Don't be this nervous."
Keifer instantly snapped back into his usual stoic mask, adjusting his suit jacket with absolute cool.
"Nervous?
Me?
Nah."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Sophia mocked, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Your eyes almost popped out of your head when we called your name, but go ahead and play it cool."
"By the way, leave it, Mr. Lovesick.
Just turn around for now,"
Sophia said, stepping behind him and trying to force his broad shoulders around so his back faced the aisle.
"But why?"
he asked, not moving even an inch.
He kept his feet planted firmly on the stage, a sharp eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"Just turn around!"
"Why?"
"Because... there's a surprise!"
Sophia insisted, huffing at how stubborn he was being.
"What surprise?"
"Just turn around!"
"Why?"
Sophia scrambled for a lie, her eyes darting to Cheska before she blurted out,
"Umm... Jay wants this!
Yes, Jay wants to surprise you."
"Oh... okay." The moment her name left Sophia's mouth, Keifer's resistance crumbled.
He finally turned around, facing away from the aisle.
Sophia let out a massive, relieved exhale behind his back, immediately exchanging a triumphant smirk with Cheska.
Keifer stood there with a wild mixture of feelings churning in his chest.
Jay wants this?
Suddenly, every single second started feeling like an eternity to him.
The great, untouchable golden boy, Mark Keifer Watson, was literally rubbing his palms against his trousers just to try and slow down his raging heartbeat.
His heart was completely full of feelings, overflowing with raw emotion.
Click.
His sharp ears instantly caught the distant sound of the heavy venue doors opening.
His heartbeat spiked dangerously.
He inhaled a sharp breath, closed his eyes tightly, and looked down at his shoes, breathing heavily to keep his composure.
Click.
Click.
Click.
But with every slow, deliberate click of the heels echoing down the aisle, his anxiety and anticipation just grew.
The footsteps stopped right behind him.
He felt a soft, delicate hand rest gently on his shoulder.
Keifer's throat tightened, his eyes genuinely ready to pour tears from the sheer weight of the moment.
He slowly turned around, keeping his gaze cast downward as he reached out and took her hands into his own.
He slowly began to look up, scanning the beautiful white fabric of the wedding gown rolling gracefully on the floor.
But as his eyes stopped on their joined hands, a strange thought crossed his mind.
It felt... different.
The hands felt a little broader, the grip a little less delicate than he remembered.
Maybe it's just my nervousness,
he reasoned internally, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He slowly raised his gaze past the dress, past the shoulders, and finally looked up at her face.
.
.
.
.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
An absolute, blood-curdling scream ripped out of Keifer's throat, destroying his cool, stoic persona in less than a second. He stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"What the hell, Ci-N?!" Keifer shouted, his chest heaving in pure horror.
Because the gorgeous bride standing in front of him in a veil and a full white wedding gown wasn't Jay at all.
It wasn't even a girl.
It was Ci-N, who was wearing a full face of heavy makeup, a terrible blonde wig pinned to his head, and was currently grinning ear to ear right at him.
While Keifer stood there experiencing actual emotional trauma, the entire venue erupted.
The Section E boys tumbled out from behind the pillars, and the girls collapsed against each other, completely bursting out into hysterical, breathless laughing.
"Oh my god! Look at his face!"
Percy howled, clinging to Felix for support as tears streamed down his face.
"The great Keifer Watson just screamed like a little girl!"
"Beautiful!
You look beautiful, Ci-N!"
Aries yelled from the back, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
"Kiss the groom!
Kiss him!"
Ci-N didn't need to be told twice.
Fully committing to the bit, he dramatically puckered his bright pink lips, fluttered his heavy fake eyelashes, and leaned directly into Keifer's personal space.
"Come here, my handsome groom!
Give your beautiful bride some sugar!"
Ci-N squeaked in a hilarious, high-pitched voice, wrapping his arms tightly around Keifer's neck and tilting his blonde wig forward.
"Get off me!
Ci-N, I swear to God, back up!"
Keifer hissed in sheer panic, his face a mix of horror and disgust as he violently leaned his head back, using both hands to push Ci-N's shoulders away.
"Don't be shy, Watson!
You said you couldn't wait another day!"
Felix shouted from the pews, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Fulfill your vows!"
"We spent three hours squeezing him into that corset, Keifer!
The least you can do is hold his hand!"
Sophia screamed through her laughter, leaning against Cheska
just to stay upright.
"Congratulations, bro!
She's a keeper!"
Kit barked out laughing, clapping his hands.
"Though I think she might need a shave before the reception!"
Ci-N finally let go, lifting the heavy satin skirt of the gown and taking a clumsy, dramatic bow.
"Do you like your surprise, Dad?
I think white is definitely my color!"
Sophia was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, pointing a finger at Keifer's pale face.
"I told you Jay wanted to surprise you!
She wanted to see if your heart could take it!"
Keifer stood frozen on the stage, his chest heaving, his hands still trembling slightly from the sheer shock of the jump scare as he looked at his cackling friends and his "bride."
He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as a helpless, reluctant smirk finally broke through his embarrassment.
They had absolutely destroyed him, and the real bride hadn't even stepped foot in the aisle yet.
**
"They are actually doing this?!"
Jay gasped, her wide, shocked eyes glued to the small monitor screen hidden in the corner of her bridal suite.
"Of course. We are Section E for a reason,"
Calix replied with an arrogant little smirk, casually brushing an imaginary speck of dust off the shoulder of his crisp black suit.
As the live feed from the stage showed Ci-N puckering his bright pink lips and launching himself at a terrified Keifer, the room absolutely dissolved.
All three of them lost it.
Jay was doubled over, clutching her stomach so hard she was barely drawing oxygen.
Tears of pure amusement raced down her flushed cheeks.
"Oh god, Keifer!" she wheezed, her voice a breathless squeak.
"He got completely scammed!
Look at his eyes!"
Jay was in such a state of hysterical frenzy that she couldn't contain her energy.
Her hands flew out wildly, and she started practically battering Denzel and Calix, landing a rapid-fire barrage of playful slaps and punches on their shoulders and backs just to stay upright.
"Oh god!" she howled, landing a solid punch right on Calix's shoulder.
"Ow! Jay, chill!"
Calix winced, laughing right through the pain.
"Ci-N is looking so funny!
That blonde wig is crooked!"
she screamed, spinning around and slapping Denzel squarely on his arm.
"Ow! Jay, calm down before you officially make our muscles swell!
You have a mean right hook!"
Denzel yelled, ducking out of her reach.
"Oh! Oh, sorry!"
she squeaked out between gasps for air, completely helpless against the giggles.
But the monitor flashed a close-up of Keifer's pale, traumatized face, and-
Smack!
She accidentally delivered a resounding slap straight to Calix's upper back.
"Ow! Seriously, Jay!
Are you getting married or entering a boxing match?!"
Calix wheezed, rubbing his shoulder blades in agony.
Denzel and Calix looked at the laughing, radiant bride, then exchanged a terrified but amused look with each other before just bursting right back into a fresh wave of hysterical laughter themselves.
"Jay, I think you should sit down now.
Your makeup and dress might actually disintegrate if you keep vibrating like this,"
Denzel said, urgently using his foot to wheel a plush, elegant sofa right behind her before she could attack their shoulders again.
Jay gratefully flopped backwards onto the cushions, her shoulders still bouncing with heavy giggles as she frantically fanned her face with her hands to save her mascara.
Right as she was trying to take a deep, grounding breath, the heavy wooden doors of Jay's room swung open with a soft click, cutting right through the chaos.
"Where is our princess?"
a warm, booming voice called out.
Mr. Watson strode into the room, a proud, incredibly bright smile lighting up his face.
He looked exceptionally sharp and distinguished, wearing a crisp, tailored navy blue suit that fit him like a glove.
Walking right beside him was Mrs. Watson, looking absolutely stunning and regal in a beautifully elegant gown that flowed gracefully behind her as she moved.
The moment their eyes fell on Jay-
who was currently sweating from laughter, holding her stomach, and flanked by two boys rubbing their bruised shoulders-
both of their expressions shifted into a mixture of pure affection and utter confusion.
Jay slowly stood up from the sofa, the lingering laughter completely evaporating into the quiet air of the room.
She smoothed down the elegant, heavy layers of her white bridal gown, her movements careful and deliberate.
As she looked up, a soft, breathless smile bloomed across her face.
Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Watson walk into the room, looking so stately, elegant,
and full of grace, brought a sudden, profound warmth to her chest that made her eyes sting with early tears.
They walked toward her, their footsteps slow and measured, as
if they were trying to absorb every single detail of the beautiful bride standing before them.
Mrs. Watson didn't wait for formalities.
With a gentle, emotional gasp, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Jay.
The moment the embrace closed around her,
Jay felt a rush of overwhelming comfort.
She responded instantly, burying her face into Mrs. Watson's neck and holding onto her like a lifeline.
She breathed in the familiar, soothing scent of lavender and maternal warmth, squeezing her eyes shut as she melted completely into the hug.
It was a fierce, protective embrace-
the exact kind of unconditional, heavy love that only a mother could give, and Jay held on tightly, wishing the moment would never end.
As they pulled away slightly, Mr. Watson stepped closer.
His eyes were unusually bright, glistening with a rare, heavy sheen of unshed tears that he tried to blink away.
He reached out, his large, warm palm resting gently on top of her head, just like he always did whenever she needed strength or reassurance.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, my child,"
he said, his voice thick with a deep, emotional gravel that vibrated through the quiet room.
"From the moment you stepped into our lives, you brought light with you.
Today, you aren't just becoming a part of our family officially-
you are, and always will be, our pride."
Mrs. Watson stepped back in, joining the space right beside her husband, her hand gently cradling Jay's flushed cheek.
"Our beautiful daughter," she whispered softly.
An overwhelming wave of emotion hit Jay squarely in the chest.
Looking at them, feeling the sheer weight of their unconditional love, she felt a profound sense of gratitude.
She had spent so many years of her life wondering what it would feel like to have a family that loved her fiercely, protectively, and without reservation.
Standing here now, she realized she didn't have to wonder anymore.
Mr. Watson smiled softly, wiping a stray tear from his own eye with the back of his hand before looking down at her.
He puffed out his chest with immense, undeniable pride, a bright grin breaking through his emotional expression.
"Are you ready, princess?"
he asked, his voice ringing with absolute certainty.
"Today, your father will be taking you down the aisle to your groom."
The word father echoed in Jay's ears, and a sudden, thick lump instantly formed in her throat.
It became physically hard to breathe as her chest tightened with an intense mixture of overwhelming joy and a sharp, old, familiar grief.
She slowly looked down, her gaze dropping to the floor as she tried to swallow the rising emotion.
Her voice trembled violently, the words almost breaking into pieces in her mouth as she spoke.
"You know..."
she began softly, staring at the intricate lace of her dress.
"If Dad were alive today...
he would be taking me down the aisle, just like you are about to do.
And Mom... she would be standing right here, helping me get ready, just like Mom did."
As she spoke those words, a single, pristine tear finally escaped her eye.
It trembled precariously on her lower lashes for a fraction of a second, capturing the soft, golden light of the bridal suite like a tiny, liquid diamond.
Then, it broke free.
The tear traced a slow, hot path down her cheek and fell, landing softly on the white fabric of her wedding gown, soaking into the silk like a permanent mark of her past and her present.
Mr. Watson's heart completely melted.
Without a second thought, he stepped forward and pulled her into a protective, fatherly hug, sheltering her entirely against his broad, solid chest.
"Then what are we here for?"
he murmured against her hair, his voice cracking with raw emotion.
"Aren't we your mom and dad?
From this day forward, and for the rest of our lives, you never have to speak of being alone."
The moment his strong arms wrapped around her, Jay completely let go of her restraint.
She hugged him back with everything she had, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face deeply into the fabric of his navy blue suit jacket.
She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing them shut as if trying to lock this feeling of absolute safety into her soul forever.
Silent tears began pouring heavily down both of her cheeks, leaving warm, wet tracks over her skin.
A soft, shaky sob escaped her lips, breaking through the watery smile she still tried to maintain.
With her eyes squeezed shut and her face pressed firmly against his chest, she nodded her head over and over again, letting all her years of loneliness wash away in his embrace.
Watching them, Mrs. Watson felt hot tears instantly spring to her own eyes, completely blurring her vision.
Her heart overflowed with pure, maternal love for the girl who was about to marry her son.
Biting her lip to steady her trembling smile, she stepped forward with a heavy tear finally slipping down her own cheek.
She wrapped her arms securely around both Jay and her husband, joining the tight hug to complete their circle.
"You are," Jay whispered into his chest, her voice muffled but filled with an absolute, undeniable certainty.
She pulled back just enough to look at both of them through a blurry, watery veil of tears, a radiant, beautiful smile finally breaking completely through her grief.
"I am just so lucky.
I am so lucky that I got parents two times in just one life."
They gently pulled apart, the heavy weight of the emotional moment lifting into a lighter, warmer atmosphere.
Mrs. Watson stepped closer, using the pads of her thumbs to tenderly wipe away the remaining tears from Jay's cheeks with absolute softness.
"Now don't cry,"
Mrs. Watson said, her tone shifting into a playful, teasing scold.
"Do you even know how expensive your makeup is?
Huh?
If you wash it all away, we're going to be late for the ceremony."
Jay sniffled, a small laugh bubbling up in her throat.
"And look at your dad, he is old now too,"
Mrs. Watson added, turning her head to point a playful finger at her husband.
"We can't handle your heavy expenses anymore, young lady.
So just fix your face and run along to your groom now!"
The fake anger on Mrs. Watson's face was so perfectly dramatic that Jay couldn't help but chuckle, nodding her head as she wiped the corner of her eye.
"Yes, Mom."
But before Mrs. Watson could continue her playful lecture, Mr. Watson suddenly stepped in.
With a smooth, surprisingly quick movement, he wrapped his arm around his wife's waist and pulled her flush against his side, making her let out a sharp, surprised gasp.
"Mrs. Watson, don't forget that I am still young,"
Mr. Watson countered, a sharp, handsome smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at his wife.
"And I am still the king of Watson Enterprises, too.
I can handle whatever expenses my daughter throws at me."
Mrs. Watson swat his chest playfully, her cheeks flushing a light pink, but Mr. Watson just turned his proud, warm gaze back to Jay.
"And besides, talking about my daughter..."
Mr. Watson puffed out his chest again, his eyes gleaming with absolute admiration.
"She doesn't need a groom to handle her expenses.
She has already built her own company.
My girl is a queen herself."
Their lively playfulness was still going on, the room filled with warm chuckles and lighthearted when the heavy wooden doors suddenly swung open with a loud BANG!
"Jayyyyyy!"
"Jay, did you see that?!"
"How was it?!"
"Jay, did you see his reaction?
He literally screamed like a little girl!"
"Mom, did you see me out there?
Wasn't it just perfect with my beauty?!"
The Section E boys rushed inside like a flash flood, a chaotic blur of black suits, crooked corsages, and Ci-N still triumphantly rocking his full white wedding gown and lopsided blonde wig.
They threw thousands of questions at her all at once, their voices overlapping in a deafening, enthusiastic roar that instantly filled the room with their signature energy.
Jay couldn't help but beam, a wide, radiant smile lighting up her face as she looked at her ridiculous friends.
"Yes, yes!
I saw everything!
I loved it!"
"See?! I told you! It's all because of my undeniable handsomeness!"
Percy bragged, loudly puffing out his chest and striking a confident pose.
"Shut up, Percy, you weren't even on the stage!"
Felix scoffed, adjusting his cuffs with an annoyed glare.
"But my charm was still lightning up the entire hallway!"
Percy fired back, completely stealing the spotlight anyway as he struck a dramatic model pose.
Mr. and Mrs. Watson, along with Calix and Denzel, universally rolled their eyes at the sheer absurdity, while Jay just chuckled softly, shaking her head at them.
They never changed, not even at a five-star wedding venue.
Suddenly, the playfulness quieted down just a fraction.
Aries stepped forward, a classic, mischievous smirk spreading across his face as he locked eyes with the bride.
"Alright, jokes aside.
Jay... are you ready?"
Aries asked, his tone dripping with playful anticipation.
Jay looked at the boys, then looked toward the door, a sudden wave of second-hand embarrassment washing over her as she realized what they were implying.
"Is it really necessary?"
she asked, her eyebrows lifting.
"Of course it is!
We worked for one and a half hours straight for this!"
Percy yelled, crossing his arms defensively.
"It was just half hour!"
"Still hour"
"You can't let our hard work go to waste!"
"Umm... can't we just do it normally?"
Jay pleaded, offering a sheepish smile, secretly hoping to save Keifer from another heart attack.
"NOOOOOOO!"
All the boys yelled in absolute, synchronized unison, their voices echoing off the walls so loudly that Jay actually flinched back into the sofa, her hands flying up in mock defense.
"Okay, okay! I'm in!"
Jay said quickly, laughing as she held her hands up in complete surrender.
"We do it your way!"
**
"Keifer, turn around," Sophia instructed, stepping back onto the stage.
Keifer slowly tilted his head, giving her a completely deadpan, mocking expression.
He didn't move an inch.
After the Ci-N trauma, his trust issues were at an all-time high.
Sophia threw her hands up in the air defensively.
"Oh, come on!
This time I'm actually serious!
I swear to you, there is no prank!"
"I don't care.
I'm not going to turn around,"
Keifer stated flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Jay wants this!" Sophia pleaded, using her ultimate weapon again.
Keifer let out a dry, cynical scoff.
"She wanted that last time too, huh?
My decision is final.
I'm staying exactly like this."
Sophia groaned loudly in sheer frustration, realizing there was no breaking through his defense mechanism this time.
Giving up, she walked down the stage steps, leaving Keifer standing completely alone once more, his eyes locked onto the back doors, determined not to be fooled twice.
A few minutes passed in agonizing anticipation.
CLACK!
The heavy grand doors at the back of the venue suddenly burst open.
Keifer's posture instantly straightened, but to his utter bewilderment, he couldn't see Jay at all.
Instead, a wall of black suits obstructed his view entirely.
The Section E boys marched in first, completely blocking the entrance.
Moving with surprising coordination, they marched forward a few paces and suddenly lined up horizontally across the aisle,
standing shoulder-to-shoulder like an elite squad of incredibly handsome military soldiers.
Every single one of them was dressed in a crisp black suit, but the unified, mischievous smirks plastered across their faces made
it painfully obvious that a storm of chaos was coming.
Keifer raised a sharp brow at them, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what absurd stunt they were pulling now.
Suddenly, on some unspoken cue, the boys scattered.
They split down the middle, smoothly moving to stand in two flawless parallel lines flanking both sides of the wedding aisle.
In perfect synchronization, they snapped their hands up to their temples, holding a rigid, formal salute toward the doorway.
The entire venue fell into a stunned silence.
Even the girls watching from the front were utterly perplexed.
"Was this... actually in the script?"
Freya whispered, leaning over with wide eyes.
"At least we don't know anything about it,"
Cheska replied, staring at the boys in absolute disbelief.
Suddenly, Ci-N and Felix marched right into the center of the aisle, turning on their heels to face Keifer with absolute, dramatic gravity.
They took a deep, synchronized breath, puffing out their chests.
"IT'S FINALLY THE TIME!"
Ci-N shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing off the high ceiling.
"FOR THE BRIDE TO COME!"
Felix bellowed right after him, pointing a finger toward the open doors.
"SHE IS COMING!"
they both roared in unison.
"THE MUTYA OF OUR FAMILY!"
Ci-N shouted, his expression fiercely intense.
"AND THE OFFICIAL MUTYA OF-"
Felix paused for maximum dramatic effect.
"SECTIONNNNNNNNNNNN EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
On that final word, every single Section E boy erupted into a deafening shout, snapping another rigid salute toward the entrance.
The sheer volume of their unified roar made half the guests in the pews flinch in surprise.
Meanwhile, Keifer and the girls stood completely frozen like marble statues, their jaws practically on the floor, totally unaware of the upcoming level of chaos that was about to hit them.
Suddenly, a massive, deep mechanical roar rattled the stained-glass windows of the venue, making the guests look around at each other in utter bewilderment.
Vroom! VROOOOM!
And then, she entered.
Jay crossed the threshold with Mr. Watson, but it wasn't the traditional, elegant bridal entry anyone in the room had expected.
They weren't gracefully walking down the aisle toward a waiting groom.
They were on a motorcycle.
Jay was in the driver's seat, her gorgeous white wedding gown expertly draped over the frame of the heavy bike, her hands gripping the handlebars with absolute confidence.
Sitting right behind her was Mr. Watson, holding onto the back bar like a total boss.
Both of them were wearing dark black sunglasses, identical, matching smirks plastered across their faces as Jay revved the engine one more time, ready to tear down the wedding aisle.
Keifer slowly looked up at the high ceiling, staring at the grand chandeliers as if silently asking the universe how his wedding had turned into an action movie.
He closed his eyes for a brief second to process the absolute madness unfolding before him.
When he opened them, he looked back at his future wife, tilting his head with a mixture of sheer disbelief and deep affection.
He then locked eyes with his father, who was sitting comfortably on the back of the heavy machine.
Keifer raised a single sharp eyebrow, looked down at his shoes, and suddenly, a warm, bubbly laugh escaped his lips.
The stoic, untouchable President completely melted away as he just stood there, laughing out loud and shaking his head at the beautiful absurdity of it all.
Meanwhile, next to the stage, the girls were still standing like completely frozen, shocked statues, their mouths wide open.
With a final, smooth rev of the engine, Jay stopped the bike precisely in front of the stage, right in front of Keifer.
Mr. Watson was the first to get off, swinging his leg over the seat with surprising agility and smoothing down his crisp blue suit jacket as if he hadn't just ridden a motorcycle down a church aisle.
Jay followed right after him, effortlessly managing the heavy train of her white gown.
The moment her feet hit the floor, the Section E boys instantly marched forward, gathering tightly behind them in a sharp, unified military formation, their chests puffed out with pride.
Mr. Watson stepped to Jay's side, turning to face her with a warm, incredibly proud expression. He bent his arm, offering her his hand.
"Ready, princess?"
he asked softly, his voice full of love.
Jay looked down at his outstretched hand, a radiant, beautiful smile breaking across her face.
With a smooth flick of her wrist, she slipped off her dark sunglasses, her bright eyes locking onto his.
She gracefully accepted his hand, slipping her arm through his.
"Yes, Dad."
Suddenly, the stunned silence of the venue shattered as the entire hall burst into a deafening roar of clapping, thunderous applause, and wild hooting.
The Section E boys led the charge, cheering at the top of their lungs, while the guests completely abandoned formal wedding etiquette to celebrate the most legendary bridal entrance they had ever witnessed.
Amidst the roaring crowd, Mr. Watson walked slowly and proudly alongside Jay, matching her pace as they took the final few steps toward the stage.
Keifer's eyes locked onto her, completely filtering out the rest of the world.
He tracked her every single step, his gaze filled with a deep, consuming adoration for his future wife.
She looked absolutely ethereal-a breathtaking mix of a fierce queen and a radiant bride.
As she walked toward him, his heart began racing harder and harder, a powerful, rhythmic drumming in his chest that made it almost difficult to breathe.
A profoundly soft, tender smile broke across his lips.
Watching her move closer, he realized this was it-his entire life, his absolute peace.
Without him even realizing it, a heavy sheen of tears collected at the corners of his eyes, blurring the edges of the room as he stared directly into his future.
They finally closed the final bit of distance between them.
Mr. Watson stopped, gently unlocking Jay's arm from his own.
He took her delicate hand in his large, warm palm and carefully, deliberately placed it directly into Keifer's waiting hand.
"Here is my lioness.
Be careful,"
Mr. Watson whispered with a sharp, knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of warning and immense fatherly love.
Keifer let out a breathless chuckle, nodding his head respectfully to his father, though the motion almost caused the tears brimming in his eyes to pour down his face.
Jay looked up, her bright eyes locking onto Keifer as a soft, reassuring smile spread across her face, silently soothing every bit of his racing heart.
Keifer took her hands into his own with pure, unadulterated softness, as if she were made of the rarest porcelain.
He let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at their joined hands, marveling at how perfectly her fingers fit between his.
Without breaking eye contact, he raised her hands to his lips, pressing a tender, lingering kiss against her knuckles.
Then, keeping his grip gentle but firm, he lifted her hands a little higher and softly pressed them against his closed eyelids.
He stood there for a fraction of a second, feeling her warmth against his skin as he tried to steady his overwhelming emotions.
The sheer reverence of the gesture made Jay's heart completely sink into a deep well of emotion.
A sudden wave of love hit her so hard it stole her breath away, and a heavy pool of tears instantly collected in the corners of her own eyes.
Still, through the mist of her unshed tears, her smile only grew wider, her eyes reflecting the absolute devotion of the man standing before her.
Keifer slowly lowered their joined hands, finally opening his eyes.
The unshed tears gave his dark gaze a striking, intense clarity as he looked down at Jay, his vision slightly swimming as he focused entirely on her face.
He didn't let go of her hands; his thumbs just gently, continuously stroked the back of her palms, keeping her anchored to him as if he were afraid she might vanish if he loosed his grip.
"I thought I lost my mind when that door opened,"
Keifer whispered, his voice rough, incredibly low, and trembling with a raw vulnerability he rarely showed the world.
He swallowed hard, a stray tear finally escaping and tracing down his cheek.
"But looking at you right now...
Jay, my heart has never beaten this fast.
You are my entire world.
I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Jay's breath hitched, the thick lump returning to her throat at his words.
She looked up into his glistening eyes, her own tears finally spilling over and pooling on her lashes.
"You didn't have to do anything, Keifer,"
she murmured, her voice cracking with the sheer weight of her love for him.
She squeezed his hands tightly, leaning in just a fraction closer.
"You saved me in ways you don't even know.
From the moment you let me into your life, you gave me a home.
Standing here with you... it's everything I ever dreamed of."
The absolute sincerity in her eyes broke the last of Keifer's stoic restraint.
Another tear fell, but as he looked at her damp cheeks and the beautiful, watery smile she was giving him, a sudden, breathless laugh escaped his lips.
It was a beautiful, chaotic mix of overwhelming emotion-they were both crying, yet the sheer happiness vibrating between them forced them to laugh through their tears.
Jay let out a soft, wet chuckle too, shaking her head as she wiped a tear from her own eye with the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact with him.
They stood there in their own private world, crying and smiling all at once, their hearts completely overflowing.
The priest watched them with a deeply moved, patient smile before finally stepping forward, raising his hands over the couple.
The entire hall fell into a reverent, breathless hush.
"Let us pray," the priest announced softly, his voice carrying a profound warmth as he blessed their union,
praying for their happiness, their strength, and the beautiful journey ahead.
As the prayer concluded, the priest looked upon them both, his expression solemn yet joyful. He turned to Keifer first.
"Mark Keifer Watson, do you take Jay to be your lawfully wedded wife,
to love her,
comfort her,
honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
Keifer didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second.
His eyes locked onto Jay's, burning with an absolute, undeniable devotion.
"I do,"
he said, his voice ringing out clear and strong through the venue.
The priest then turned to Jay.
"And Jaspher Jean Mariano, do you take Keifer to be your lawfully wedded husband,
to love him,
comfort him,
honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
A radiant, beautiful smile broke completely through the remnants of her tears.
"I do,"
Jay whispered, her voice filled with absolute certainty as their future officially began.
"Now, you may kiss the bride,"
the priest announced, a broad, relieved smile gracing his face as if he had just survived a major historical event.
Keifer's lips curled into a handsome, utterly victorious grin.
The solemn, untouchable President of the student council was completely gone, replaced by a man who looked like he had just won the ultimate grand prize.
His grip on Jay's hands tightened instinctively, causing her to let out a soft, breathless chuckle as she watched the sudden, intense focus take over his dark eyes.
Moving with an elegant, unhurried confidence, Keifer slid his large arm securely around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
His smile never faded, growing warmer and more devastating by the second.
Jay's hands naturally found their place against the crisp fabric of his custom-tailored suit jacket, her fingers curling slightly into his chest as she looked up at him, her heart doing wild acrobatics.
With utmost tenderness, Keifer lifted his other hand, sliding his warm palm up to cradle her flushed cheek.
His thumb softly stroked her skin, erasing the last traces of her dried, emotional tears.
They stared deeply into each other's eyes, a silent, profound understanding passing between them.
The entire world, the crowded pews, and the whispering guests completely dissolved into nothingness.
This time, Keifer didn't wait.
He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheekbones as he began leaning forward, tilting his head perfectly to capture her lips.
The distance between them shrank to mere millimeters.
He could feel the soft warmth of her breath.
He could smell the faint scent of lavender clinging to her skin.
He was ready for the perfect, fairytale conclusion to their chaotic journey.
But just as he leaned in closer, expecting the soft, sweet touch of his beautiful bride...
Swoosh.
A sudden, aggressive, chilly draft hit his face.
The gentle, flowery scent of lavender completely vanished in a split second,
violently replaced by the sharp, suffocating, and highly chemical aroma of heavy-duty hair gel and, citrus-flavored body spray.
Keifer snapped his eyes open quickly, his romantic trance brutally shattered.
"AAAAAA! PERCYYYYYYY!"
Keifer shouted, his voice cracking in a rare, undignified octave.
Right in front of his lips, just a single, horrifying inch away, was Percy's face instead of Jay's.
Percy was staring back at him with wide, unblinking, incredibly intense eyes.
His lips were dramatically puckered up into a cursed, exaggerated pout, trembling slightly as if he were actually waiting for the kiss.
The stoic, completely unshakeable groom practically leaped three feet backward, his hands flying up in pure, instinctual self-defense as his heart nearly violently jumped straight out of his ribs.
His face was a magnificent mask of pure, unadulterated terror and disgust.
"Damn, President, you really were going all in!
I felt the passion!"
Percy cackled, instantly dropping the pout and bursting into loud, obnoxious, knee-slapping laughter as he stepped back.
Keifer blinked rapidly, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to process the absolute psychological whiplash.
He looked around wildly, only to find himself looking up.
The entire Section E squad had formed a tight, impenetrable fortress right on the altar.
They had somehow broken the romantic bubble in a literal fraction of a second, and right there in the middle,
they were holding Jay up high in the air on their shoulders like a victorious, gold-medal championship trophy.
Jay was sitting securely atop their shoulders, holding onto Aries and Felix for dear life to maintain her balance,
laughing so hard that fresh, happy tears were pricking the corners of her eyes.
Her beautiful bridal veil was slightly askew, and she looked down at Keifer's utterly horrified, bewildered expression, completely helpless to her friends' legendary, uncontainable antics.
"Looking for someone, President?"
David teased, a massive, insufferably mocking smirk plastered across his face as he crossed his arms, actively blocking Keifer's path.
"Yeah! Sorry, bro, but the view is much better up here anyway!
She's our captain today!"
Felix chimed in, adjusting his grip on Jay's gown with a massive, mischievous grin.
"Security!
Code Red!"
Ci-N yelled dramatically from the back row of the formation.
"The President is trying to steal our Mutya before the after-party even begins!
This is a clear violation of Section E protocol!"
Keifer took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose as a vein practically throbbed on his forehead.
He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh as he glared at the laughing circle of boys who had plagued his entire high school existence and were now apparently plaguing his wedding day.
"Give me my wife back,"
Keifer demanded, trying to voice his ultimate presidential authority,
but the subtle, fond twitch at the corner of his lips completely gave away his amusement.
"No can do, bro!
Absolutely denied!"
Percy yelled, completely wiping imaginary tears of laughter from his eyes.
"The Mutya belongs to Section E first!
If you want her back, you gotta pay the ultimate toll!"
"We strictly deny your request on legal and emotional grounds,"
Denzel added smoothly, stepping forward and tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"Unless, of course... you are willing to enter a high-stakes negotiation."
Keifer raised a sharp, calculating eyebrow, immediately understanding the corrupt,
chaotic language of his friends. Without saying another word, he smoothly reached into the inner pocket of his crisp black suit jacket.
He pulled out his sleek, matte-black leather wallet.
With a dramatic, slow-motion flick of his wrist, he flashed a flawless row of premium, black credit cards and a thick, undeniable stack of high-value bills,
letting them catch the golden light of the church chandeliers.
The entire line of Section E boys instantly went dead silent.
Their eyes went completely wide, their unified, mischievous smirks instantly morphing into greedy, predatory grins.
Even Jay stopped laughing for a second, watching her husband pull off the ultimate bribe.
"The entire after-party menu is completely on me,"
Keifer announced calmly, tapping the black cards against his palm with a smirk of his own.
"Unlimited top-shelf drinks, any luxury gaming lounge you want to reserve for the next two weeks, and I will personally, fully fund whatever ridiculous, chaotic road trip you guys plan next.
No budget limit.
Do we have a deal?"
The boys gasped in perfect, synchronized unison.
"Now that is what I call a masterclass in diplomatic negotiation!"
Drew cheered, instantly abandoning his post and throwing his hands in the air.
"Put her down, put her down safely!
The President has spoken!
Wealth wins again!"
Felix laughed.
Together, moving with exaggerated care as if they were handling a fragile glass diamond, the boys gently and smoothly lowered Jay back to the solid ground,
right into Keifer's waiting, fiercely protective arms.
Keifer immediately pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and glaring playfully at the boys.
"If any of you interrupt me again, the cards get canceled."
"Understood, boss!"
Ci-N saluted, wiping a fake tear.
"Proceed with the romance!"
The boys finally took a step back, chuckling and whispering among themselves as they gave the couple their hard-earned space.
The lingering laughter in the grand hall softened into a warm, breathless quiet, leaving Keifer and Jay alone in their own private world once more.
Keifer looked down at Jay, his eyes incredibly dark and filled with a profound, consuming tenderness.
The playful smirk was entirely gone, replaced by a gaze so full of reverence it stole her breath away.
He slid his hands up from her waist, his palms cupping her cheeks with the utmost softness, his thumbs gently brushing against her skin.
Jay instinctively leaned into his touch, her hands resting flat against his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his suit.
There was no rush.
The chaos of Section E, the crowded venue, and the cheering guests all melted into absolute insignificance.
Slowly, deliberately, Keifer leaned forward.
Jay closed her eyes, tilting her head up to meet him halfway.
When their lips finally met, it wasn't a rushed or frantic embrace.
It was a soft, deeply lingering press-a beautiful, quiet sealing of every promise they had ever made to each other in secret.
It was a long, slow exhale of pure relief and profound devotion,
their lips moving together with a gentle, unhurried warmth that felt like coming home after a lifetime of searching.
The sheer sweetness of the press ran deep, anchoring them together as if time itself had paused just to let them breathe each other in.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both utterly breathless.
Neither of them moved away, choosing instead to rest their foreheads against each other.
Their shallow breaths mingled in the small space between them, a private sanctuary of warmth amidst the grand venue.
Keeping his warm palm resting gently against her flushed cheek, a slow, teasing smirk suddenly played on Keifer's lips.
The romantic atmosphere shifted in an instant as his dark, playful gaze locked onto hers.
"It was so soft,"
Keifer murmured, his voice incredibly low and dripping with a sudden, wicked edge that left her momentarily confused.
"Huh?"
Jay blinked, her eyes fluttering open as she looked up at him.
"The kiss!
It was so soft!"
Keifer chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with pure mischief as he leaned in just a fraction closer to whisper against her skin.
"But don't worry, tonight I'll show you my every pace.
Remember, your punishment is still pending."
Jay's eyes snapped wide open.
A furious, burning blush instantly painted her cheeks a bright, vivid red.
Her mind raced back to the lingering debts of their past playful bets, and the realization of what he was implying made her heart do a violent flip.
Keifer's smirk only grew wider as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips, thoroughly enjoying the absolute havoc he was wrecking on her composure.
Looking at his intensely teasing, handsome expression,
Jay bit her lower lip and quickly looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
She clutched the heavy, intricate hem of her wedding gown with both hands,
using every ounce of her willpower to suppress the massive, giddy smile that was ready to bloom out of her, even after his dark, shameless flirtatiousness.
"Relax, sweetheart.
Still some hours are left,"
he said, his tone entirely unbothered and utterly shameless.
"Keifer...! Everyone's here!" Jay scolded in a sharp, hushed whisper, her face burning hotter as she smacked his chest lightly.
But her playful retaliation only prompted him to let out a quiet laugh and tighten his iron hold around her waist, pulling her even closer until there was absolutely no space left between them.
But then, the dark playfulness faded as quickly as it had arrived.
Keifer's eyes softened completely, turning into a sea of absolute reverence, and a genuine, breathtakingly tender smile broke across his face.
"Jay..."
Jay looked up at the sound of her name, and the moment her eyes met his, she could see his entire soul laid bare in his gaze.
There were no games, no teasing-just pure, unadulterated devotion.
He slowly reached up, his long, gentle fingers carefully adjusting a stray lock of her hair that had fallen across her forehead, smoothing it back with infinite care while looking directly into her eyes.
"Jay... I love you,"
he whispered, his voice vibrating with the full weight of his heart.
"I love you until..."
"Until?"
Jay asked softly, her breath catching at the sudden intensity in his voice.
He let out a quiet, rumbling chuckle that vibrated right through her chest.
"I love you until the scientists find the end of the universe."
Leaning down, he pressed a lingering, deeply reverent kiss against her forehead, closing his eyes as he held her close, making
Jay smile warmly beneath the comforting pressure of his touch.
As he pulled back just enough to look at her again, her eyes sparkled with a sudden, bright flash of mischief.
"I love you too... until..."
"Until?" Keifer echoed, raising a curious, amused brow.
"Umm... no..." Jay teased, shaking her head with a playful, brilliant grin.
"What do you mean, no?"
Keifer chuckled, his hands sliding down to rest securely on her hips.
Jay's smile spread wide into a beautiful, triumphant grin that lit up her entire face.
"I love... I love you even after the scientists find the end of the universe."
Keifer just stared at her for a heartbeat, utterly captivated and completely defeated by her words, before letting out a bright, bubbly laugh.
Without a second thought, he immediately wrapped his arms completely around her, pulling her into a fierce, protective embrace that lifted her slightly off her feet.
Jay closed her eyes contentedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face flat against his chest, listening to the rapid, happy, and chaotic beat of his heart.
Holding his entire world tightly in his arms, Keifer leaned down and pressed a deep, loving kiss right on top of her head,
completely ignoring the renewed cheers of Section E breaking out behind them.
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Ok buddies an important note
Next chapter is going to be my personal favourite, I don't know how you guys are gonna react but you can just imagine that...
That I was planning to add that chapter in my previous book, but couldn't as I just stopped writing that, but that idea is atleast
6 months old.
But very very close to my heart, chapter will not be this much long,
I don't know you'll like it or not, but....
I literally had planned it from and for many, writing that chapter is a bit risky, as I don't know if I'll be able to express it the way I'm thinking.
But yes I'll try my best.
Ok buddies
Bye buddies
Love u ❤️😘