When Lightning Strikes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 32 (v.1)

Submitted: August 09, 2012

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A/N: So this is the end! I can't believe I've finally finished WLS :O The journey has come to an end and I've loved writing about Jason and Gracie pining for each other. I'd like to thank you all so much for reading and supporting me! It really means the world to me :) I hope you've enjoyed this novel.

Just putting this out, but there will be no sequels on WLS. But look out for my next novel, How To Be Mr Perfect. I do not know when I'll start posting but yeah, just keep an eye out if you're interested. It's awkward when people ask me to keep them updated about my new book, but when I do finally put it out and I go to their page, they say reading requests are closed. Soo if you could let me know that you don't mind, it'd be cool :) Otherwise, I probably won't end up posting. Also, there's a thing I posted called 'Did You Know ...' which conains some interesting things about WLS!

- http://www.booksie.com/editorial_and_opinion/novel/vanessaxoxo/did-you-know/chapter/2

Once again, thank you all so much! I love you :D xoxo

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EPILOGUE

Blooming fresh freesias, orchids and hyacinths overwhelmed my senses. The grand chapel, with its arched roof and marble pillars, towered magnificently over our heads. Morning sunlight streamed in through the gleaming windows, emphasizing how sunnily perfect today would be. Rows of mahogany pews were filled with everyone they loved.

I smoothed a hand over my gown: a gorgeous Roberto Cavalli in smooth peach. Glittering silver gems glittered along the bust line and one shoulder.

“Gracie, the bride needs you.”

My head turned and a smile graced my face, as I lifted up my dress and strode over to the door held open for me. I peeked into the bridal room and my heart soared with happiness at the vision before me.

She stood on a podium in front of a full-length mirror, which had to be brought here. The gorgeous chiffon white gown flowed from her middle down to the carpet. A white band with roses cinched her waist and a butterfly pendant hung from her delicate neck. Her vivid bronze hair spiralled silkily down her back. Small white flowers and strands of pearls decorated her hair, making her seem ethereal.

A tear escaped my eye and I didn’t bother to wipe it away. Pride filled me. She was perfect.

“Please don’t cry.” An amused smile appeared on her lips and she came forward to kiss my cheek. I took in her face – her skin smooth as velvet, small heart-shaped lips, and a set of deep brown eyes framed with thick lashes.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m supposed to cry.”

She gently put a hand to my cheek and all I could do was blink. “It’s funny; they say the bride should be nervous. Yet here I am, as calm as a lamb.”

I laughed. “And yet here I am – a nervous wreck.”

The door then swung open to reveal a red-haired beauty. Her warm eyes were shining with excitement and the sleek green gown she wore emphasised her curves. Ruby came forward and embraced the both of us.

“Oh, you both look so beautiful!” she gushed, before jabbing a finger at the door. “And now the both of you need to take a step outside as the wedding’s about to start.”

The bride gasped and her hand flew to her hair. Now the nerves were starting to set in. “Oh god! Already? Do you think he wants to marry-?”

Before Ruby could lecture her about the groom’s undying love, I jumped in. “Of course he wants to marry you. He’s been waiting for so long.”

She let out her breath. “You’re right.”

The three of us stepped out, in front of the grand doors of the church. There he was, with his eyes fixated into the distance. My heart swelled with love as the breeze made his hair sway seductively in the wind. I studied his handsome, aristocratic profile for a moment longer before he turned.

His deep eyes captured mine and I gasped. His gaze then landed on the bride and softened. The two of them shared a long hug before they linked arms, ready to walk together down the aisle.

“You look beautiful, Aubrey.”

She simply beamed up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his freshly shaven cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”

I watched the two fondly. Aubrey was such a daddy’s girl and would always be. They both looked very similar in looks, though sometimes in the dark, I’d swear on my life she was my sister.

Eerily, both Aubrey’s were very similar – our eldest daughter became a lawyer, just like her aunt. Then there was the way they walked and dressed. They both possessed certain elegance in their stride, words and smile. They both owned a collection of Audrey Hepburn movies and enjoyed spending money on brands like Chanel and Vivian Westwood. I hadn’t even influenced the girl on buying designer clothes. And get this – my Aubrey hated driving cars. She had her license, but for some unknown reason, she always became jittery when behind the wheel.

And how had Aubrey died? She was hit by car.

Whenever I thought about it, I shivered. It was such a big coincidence. When I had told Jason about my observations, he had agreed that I was right, but he’d said, “Oh well. There are many mysteries in the world.”

Ruby and I headed back into the chapel to be seated before the procession began. I smiled at the groom, who was fidgeting with his suit. My best friend noticed it as well, because she scolded him.

“Stop ruining your suit, Drew!”

He smiled sheepishly and ran a hand through his dark red hair. “Sorry mom.”

Ruby and I had been ecstatic when we first found out that Drew and Aubrey was a couple. We then started dreaming about the day they’d get married. Jason used to laugh at us. Most people agreed with him, as the two of them bickered a lot and were sometimes an off-and-on couple. However, true love conquered in the end. Now they were to become husband and wife.

The two of us walked over to our seats. I watched as she sat down and embraced her husband, Lennon – the same guy who she hadn’t paid attention to on a certain double date years ago.They'd gotten together a few years after Vince had left for Paris and have been inseparable since.

“How’s Aubrey?”

“She’s good,” I replied, turning to the handsome blonde man beside me.

My only son, the eldest child, grinned easily. Niall held his baby boy in his arm, struggling to stop him from ruining his powder blue suit.

Sometimes I was still in awe that I was finally a grandma. I still felt the same, except the extra maturity and responsibility which came with being a mother. However, I looked different. The baby fat in my face had disappeared, resulting in sharp, high cheekbones. My hair had grown darker and I had cut it shoulder length when I turned fourty.

I remembered thinking that I would have to wait for a while to be a grandma since Niall hadn't dated a lot of girls, but that was before he showed up on my doorstep claiming to be in love with Lindy. His wife sat beside him and was leaning against his shoulder.

“Do you remember when we got married?” I heard her whisper, rather dreamily.

Niall smirked and I couldn’t help but smile. It looked exactly like Jason’s. “How could I forget the honeymoon in the Maldives?”

Lindy smacked his arm. “Idiot.”

Beside her sat Kaelyn, the youngest of my children. She was chatting animatedly with her Aunt Delilah about her new life in university. As I stared at my family, Wagner’s march suddenly played and the hall went quiet. Everyone was waiting.

I squealed happily when I saw the awestruck look on Drew’s face when the great doors opened. Aubrey and Jason were slowly walking down the red aisle, both looking a vision. Jason sat down beside me after giving Drew his daughter’s hand. A tear escaped his eye and I giggled.

“Getting a bit emotional are we?” I teased.

Jason rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek. “Sometimes, you are such an angel.”

My eyes widened and I hissed, “Are you saying I’m a devil most times?”

His response was a wink.

As the priest droned on, I couldn’t help but wonder if my sister had been alive. Would she have found love like this? Would she have lived a life of happiness? I longed to know, but it wasn’t good to dwell on negative thoughts.

“Do you, Andrew Marlo Porter, take this woman as your wife?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Aubrey Jade Levine, take this man as your husband?”

“I do,” she whispered.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Their kiss, one filled in so much love and happiness, swept everyone off their feet. By the end of the ceremony, both Ruby and I were in near tears. I understood how my mother had felt when I had married Jason now. I smiled wistfully as I reminisced.

It had been a beach wedding and by the sultry summer evening, everyone had been twirling around on the soft sand to the music. I could feel Jason’s gaze on me right now and I turned to him, smiling.

We both clasped hands and together, walked over to the couple to congratulate them.

The reception came afterwards and everyone was having a ball. The restaurant by the docks was magical and lively.

Throughout the night, I danced with nearly everyone, even little Max, my grandson. Cale and Stella were rocking up the dancefloor with their outrageous moves, while their four children, who were still somewhat mischievous, watched on rolling their eyes. It was such a joyous occasion, and when Jason finally asked me to dance, I exclaimed happily. However, he didn’t lead me to the dance floor, but outside and onto the docks.

He spun me around before taking me in his arms. Although the song inside was one with a fast beat, we simply swayed side-to-side slowly. It was nice to have a peaceful moment like this with Jason.

“Who knew this day would come?” I heard him murmur. His breath caressed my forehead and goose bumps danced along my skin. After being married for so long, we still had chemistry. “It all seems so long ago … remember when we first kissed and the both of us were panicking because we thought life was over?”

I chuckled. “I wanted to die.”

“Same,” he admitted. “And now look where we are – dancing under the moonlight … watching our own Aubrey get married …”

I smiled against his chest. “I know Aubrey would be happy for us.”

He knew I wasn’t talking about our daughter. “She’s watching over us right now, isn’t she?”

"Yes she is."

When we had first begun dating, as expected, there had been many not-so-kind rumours about us. I remembered we had nearly broken up over it. But we became strong. We knew we wanted to be together. We knew our love was pure.

“I love you, Jason,” I told him, as my heart burst with love for this man. We had gone through so much and we had come out together. Our long journey had paid off.

“I love you too, Gracie.”

Life is funny. When something goes wrong, you always tend to think that your life is over, when in fact, it’s usually the opposite. When lightning strikes, you just have to wait for the storm of whirling emotions and chaos to cool down. Time will heal the heart and soon, you’ll come out stronger than before. Sure, it takes long for good things to come, but waiting for the sun to shine after the storm is so worth it.


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