A few days later,
Montecito, CA

June's point of view

With a soft blanket around my shoulders, I was enjoying the cool breeze of the morning, my cup of black coffee in between my hands, as I was sitting on the little couch on the terrace. I looked at the waves in the distance, which was very calming for my nervous state of mind, and sighed lowly at the beautiful scenery just in front of my eyes.

It was the day Karl was coming. It was the day I would know what my wedding gown would look like. I was excited as hell, but I was also very nervous about it. Tons of questions ran through my mind; what if Michael doesn't like it? What if it doesn't suit me as well as I think it does? That would be a disaster.

However, I knew my mother and my mother-in-law would tell me the truth if the dress didn't fit me well. But what Michael thinks? It would stay a mystery until the wedding day, and that's the part that gave me more anxiety.

As if Michael felt this wave of nervousness washing over me, he opened the glass doors of my home, and joined me on the little couch. He took the other end of the blanket, and put it over him, while he wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. Instantly, I put my head on him  without speaking a word, and I felt automatically more at ease.

Michael's presence was always relaxing, almost soothing. It's like when he was there, all of my problems vanished away as long as he was breathing. He didn't have to talk to me, just hearing his breath and see his chest heave up and down was enough for me to be happy.

When I looked into his eyes, they were sparkling exactly the way I loved them to be. He was looking at me like I was the most important girl in this world, like he would be able to give me the world if he could. This way. The same way he looked at me the first time he told me he loved me.

"Do you remember the first time you told me you were in love with me?" I asked, totally out of the blue, as I was about to get lost in his intense stare.

"Why this question?" he chuckled, and this very sound made me giggle as well. "Of course I remember. I remember everything when it comes to you."

"Oh, really? Then tell me. When did you tell me this, what did you tell me, and what did I answer?" I challenged with a smirk, as I turned a little to face him.

"You're challenging me? Alright, get ready, baby girl, because I'm about to blow your mind."

"Oh wow, confidence suits you," I declared, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

"I worked really hard on what I told you this day," he said with a smile, as I put my legs on his lap, smiling back at him. "I remember working on it on the plane. I wrote it down, because I was too nervous I would forget to tell you something."

"Really? So you weren't writing any song, you liar!" I exclaimed playfully, pointing him with an accusative finger.

"Sorry," he simply said, giggling.

"And do you remember it? This little speech of yours? And don't try to fool me, I remember it vividly," I warned with a little smirk, setting my cup of coffee on the little table that was in front of me.

Michael looked at me, then at his hands, and then back at me again with a little half smile. He made himself comfortable and turned a bit to face me.

"We were having dinner oh this balcony, and the only thing we could see was this magnificent, sparkling Eiffel Tower. You were realizing your dream, and just by having you with me you were realizing mine," he sincerely said, looking down for a slit second. "Then, when I felt the time was right, I told you these things. I told you that the day you walked into my life, I thought I finally found myself a friend, someone I could rely on, someone who could cheer me up whenever I felt down, someone I could have fun with, laugh with, smile with... And I was right. I found a friend in you, someone with whom I can be myself. With you, I forget that I am Michael Jackson, because I feel like I am just Michael, a regular person, not the entertainer," he recited, and I smiled at his sweetness. He told me the words like he was telling them to me for the first time. It's like he felt the same emotions he felt the first time: the nervousness, the fear to be rejected. "When you told me you were starting to fall in love with me, I knew that telling you I cared about you was a waste of time, because it's much more than simply this," he went on, and took my hands in his, just like he did back then. "What I'm trying to say is that... I love you, June. I am in love with you," he finished with a little shy smile on his lips.

"You do remember," I said in awe, with a grin that wouldn't leave my lips.

"After that," he went on, "you asked me if I was serious for making you nervous just to tell me thus beautiful love declaration, and then you told me you loved me too," he smiled, approaching me slowly. "And finally, I kissed you like I never kissed anybody else before," he finished the story, gently pulling my face towards his.

Michael grazed his lips over mine, before he gave me one of his famous sweet kisses that made me melt whenever he kissed me. Abandoning completely myself to him, I went into his arms, my lips still sealed with his. We found ourselves laid down on the small couch, Michael underneath me, and me just in between his legs.

When I finally pulled away from his lips, I kissed each and every part of his beautiful make-up less face and neck.

"Te amo," I whispered in his ear, just like I did that particular night.

While Michael was looking at me lovingly, playing with a strand of hair that was tickling the tip of his nose, the house phone rang, breaking the trance we were both in. I laid a last kiss on his lips, and ran inside to the receiver.

"Hello?"

"About time, damnit!" I recognized Jer's angry voice. "Were you asleep or what?"

"Sleeping, at nine in the morning? on such an important day? Duh, Jer!"

"Ok smart ass, listen up. I'm having a relaxing bath, you know, to try to relax after a twenty-four hours shift. So please, be nice to me," he sighed heavily.

"Wait, you're still home?!" I half yelled in the receiver. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"This is not what I call being nice to people," he said with an attitude. "Of course I'm still home, where should I be?"

"You should be at the airport, you asshole!"

"At the airp—oh, mother of God," I heard him breathe.

"I'm not talking about this mother, but mine! Get your ass out of this bath, and—"

"Uh, I gotta go," he cut me off, and hang up on me.

"This little bitch forgot!" I yelled, looking down at the phone in my right hand. "I can't believe him!"

"Wow, what's this cursing and yelling all about?" Michael asked in a soft voice, coming inside the house as well.

"That asshole forgot he had to pick up my mother from the airport!"

"He's still home?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh yes, he's having a relaxing bath after a twenty-four hours shift," I explained, mimicking my best friend's voice. "I swear, is the shittiest Maid of Honor in the whole world."

Michael chuckled and walked towards me with a smile on his face.

"This is not funny," I whined, hitting his chest playfully. "He's a jerk," I complained, as Michael put his arms around me in a comforting hug.

"A jerk you love to pieces," he pointed out, talking in my ear.

"Touché," I giggled. "But he's going to pay for making me even more nervous than I already am."

"I know something that could make your nervousness go away," Michael smiled sweetly, and let go of me to go in the kitchen. I frowned at him as I watched his every move, and smiled when I heard the sound of the radio. He put the volume louder, and I soon recognized Bon Jovi's I'll Be There For You, one of my favorite songs at the moment.

I shook my head at him with a smile on, as he was walking back to me while taking his shirt off. When he was done with it, he threw it on the couch carelessly, and then put his hands on my hips.

"Dance with me," he blurted out, serious.

"Really?" I laughed, a little taken aback by his sudden move. "Here?"

"We can dance wherever we want," he softly said.

Michael placed his hand on my back, I, my hand on his shoulder, and our free hands finally met. Together, we danced to the music, our feet in perfect sync to the beating of my racing heart. I allowed a chuckle to escape my lips as I found the scene pretty humorous, but then, when I looked up to my fiancé's loving eyes, I stopped laughing, and drowned in the intensity of his gaze.

I put my other hand behind his neck, and my smile quickly turned into a grin when I felt Michael pulling me even closer to him. Delicately, I placed a kiss on his soft lips, closing my eyes to enjoy every second of this moment. I could feel his smile through this kiss, which didn't make mine go away. We pulled away, and kept swaying in perfect sync together, and nothing mattered around. It was just us.

He spinned me around elegantly, our bodies in tune with the music. The warmth between us grew more powerful by the second. My heartbeat was growing steadily along with the music. This very moment was perfect: everything from our breathing to how our feet moved stayed in sync. He kept his eyes on me, yet still, he knew exactly where to take me. When he went right, I went right. He sped up, I sped up. We became one with the song, with the dance and also with each other.

I let go of his hand, and put both of mine behind his neck to pull him against me. His head was above my shoulder, and when he started singing in my ear, I felt my heart beating faster in my chest, so much that I thought it would jump out of it.

"I'll be there for you, these five words I swear to you," he sang ever so softly, and I felt chills running down my spine.

He laid a kiss just under my ear, then continued with his love treatment down my neck. I closed my eyes once again, enjoying the feeling of his lips lingering on me, and my hands went up and down his muscular, bare arm.

When we made eye contact again, the hand that was on the back of his neck got tangled in his messy curls as I pulled his face closer to mine to give him yet another kiss, cupping his face in between my hands.

Without breaking away, Michael grabbed me by the back of my tights, my skirt hitching up, and my feet left the floor. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his thin waist, as his hands found home on the small of my back while he took us to the kitchen. There, he set me on the kitchen island, while I was taking my white blouse off, leaving me in nothing but my bra. Michael was in between my legs, kissing every part of my half naked body, when I decided to take his undershirt off, stopping him in his action. I threw it around the room, and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist to pull him closer to me. My eyes closed as he trailed little kisses from my mouth to my chest, and I kept my hands on his shoulders as he kept pleasuring me.

The radio was still on, echoing loudly through the apartment. It felt like ages we didn't... make out like this. With everything that happened to the both of us, we didn't quite find the time to have this sort of break, and believe me, it felt good. I almost forgot how addictive Michael's hands on me were.

While my fiancé was giving me a tongue-laced kiss, I lowered my hands and started unbuckling his belt. Instantly, I felt Michael smirking when he felt my hands undoing his pants, and I giggled at him through our kiss.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!" we heard someone yell, and our heads turned in a swift motion in the voice's direction.

"Mom, Dave!" I yelled, as I pushed Michael away from me a little to jump off of the kitchen island. "Wh—What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, as my mother had her back facing us. In a hurry, I punched the radio in order to make the thing stop, and somehow, it worked.

"Come on, you don't need that shirt, honey," Dave told Michael, who was putting his shirt back, with a smirk.

I gave Dave a look, and put my blouse back on as well. I looked at Michael, and his face was as red as a tomato. He was embarrassed, and I found this incredibly cute.

Don't get me wrong, I was embarrassed as hell too. I mean, my mother just walked on me and my fiancé making out. If they came in five minutes later, they would have seen more... A lot more. So, I guessed it wasn't that bad, right?

"Are you two dressed now?" my mother asked, and she seemed as embarrassed as we both were.

"Unfortunately, they are," Dave rolled his eyes. "I told you it was a good idea to surprise them. See, surprise!"

"He had the keys, and he told me you'd like to be surprised, I'm sorry," my mother apologized, and Michael and I chuckled nervously.

"Lesson number one: never listen to Dave. He has the worst surprise ideas," I joked to lighten the mood, and gave a hug to my mother. "I'm sorry you had to witness... us, though."

"I didn't see much, I promise," she giggled, and then gave a hug to Michael. "And you're home. You have the right to do whatever you want."

"Still, it's awkward," Michael chuckled nervously, pulling away from my mother. He cleared his throat, and put his hands behind his back, just like he does every time he's nervous.

"So, you're aware that your boyfriend is the worst maid of honor in the world?" I asked Dave.

"Oh yeah, I am. That's why I went to the airport. When I saw he came home late, I just figured he forgot about Michelle," he laughed.

"Did you leave a note or something? Because he called, and I told him he had to go to the airport."

"Of course I didn't leave a note. That wouldn't be funny, otherwise," he smirked, and I shook my head at him. "Oh come on, I'm sure you'd have done the same thing."

"Probably," I chuckled. "Mom, you can put your stuff in the guest bedroom while I make some coffee," I offered with a little smile. "And Dave's going to hold your bag."

"Seriously? You guys want to continue this," he raised his eyebrow gesturing Michael and I with his index finger. "Ugh, gross."

"That's not what you were saying a couple of minutes ago," I smirked at my friend, crossing my arms under my breast.

"I'm about to leave, anyways," Michael giggled nervously. "Work is calling my name."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure this pretty girl here would have called your name too if we came in a little later," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Okay, okay. Come on, David, let's go. I don't want to hear this," my mother said, putting her bag in David's arms before walking away.

"Enjoy," Dave said, blowing a kiss towards Michael and I.

We both shook our heads at him, and waited for him to be out of sight to laugh at ourselves.

"That was close," Michael said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Never in my life a relative caught me in such an embarrassing situation."

"It could have gone worse," I reassured, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Even though it was fucking embarrassing," I chuckled, as Michael rubbed my back.

"I won't scold you for your use of vocabulary, because it was really embarrassing," he giggled, and laid a peck on the top of my head. "Remember me not to give a spare key to any of my friends or member of my family."

"Sure," I giggled again, and looked up to Michael. "And remind me to take Dave's one back."

"I will," he laughed as well, laying a little kiss on my lips. "I should get going. I have so much things to do, it's insane," he whined, throwing his head back a bit. "Please Lord give me strength."

I smiled in one cheek at him, and cupped his face in my hands. I gave him a long kiss that was full of love, and pulled away from him, "I'm not the Lord, but I hope this will give you strength."

"Mmh, it sure will," he grinned, and pecked the tip of my nose. "Meet me at the hospital when you're done? I'll be there around five in the afternoon," he announced, as we were walking to the door side by side.

"Sure," I nodded, my smile vanishing when Pit crossed my mind. "Tell Callie not to sign any paper they give her for the moment. I want to be there if this happens, alright? I'll be a block away," I asked, as I opened the front door.

"Sure," he nodded, giving me a sad look. "Enjoy your afternoon, okay? This is a big day, don't think about things that could make you sad. Just think about how beautiful you'll be in your wedding dress, and how you'll make me fall in love with you all over again when I'll see you in it," he smiled, rubbing my arms up and down.

"I love you," I truthfully said, and pecked his lips.

"I love you too. I'll see you later," he softly said, and then jogged down the stairs to the car where Bill was waiting on him.

I waved at them, and sighed happily, watching the car drive away.

Michael and I spent the past few days together, even though we still had a lot of work to catch up. I think we kind of needed that, you know? After everything that'd happened, we almost forgot what it was to have a sentimental life, and actually enjoy the presence of your loved one. 

When you get married, you have this phrase the priest asks you to repeat after him, "For better and for worse". I think we already went through the worse part, so now all we had to enjoy was the better part, and I really couldn't wait to be with Michael for ever.

This man was my treasure, my anchor, my little piece of heaven, my safety, my home, my everything. It was time for me to make it up to him for all the drama I put him through since we met.

Not a lot of people have the chance to find the love of their life. I was lucky enough to find mine, and for nothing in the world I would trade this for something else.

***

When the limo pulled up just in front of the large store with the letters Chanel written on it, a smile automatically appeared on my face. At the sight of it, memories started playing in my mind, but not the bad ones. The good ones: the times where the girls and the Chanel Family helped me get better, and made me feel what was close to good at a time where I was nothing but an emotional wreck.

"Ma'am, are you ready to go?" Tom, one of Michael's bodyguard asked from the passenger's seat, which tore me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, we are," I announced, as the two bodyguards at the front got out of the car. "So as you may know by now, those paparazzi can be a little wild sometimes. Katherine, would you mind staying next to Jer while I stay next to my mother?"

"Sure, honey," she sweetly answered, as the door opened.

Flashes of cameras blinded my vision as I stepped out of the car with the help of Tom who gave me his hand. I reached out for my mother's hand, and took a step aside so that Jer and Katherine could come out of the car as well.

"June, are you going to work for Mr. Lagerfeld again?"

"Are you still working for Emily Crawford?"

"Where is Michael? Are you still getting married?"

"How do you feel now the trials are over?"

Of course they asked questions, but I left them unanswered, just as I always do. This is what those people do. They ask you questions, they point their cameras right in your face, and they're just being annoying.

Obviously, I was not the only one to be asked questions. My mother-in-law was as well, and she was asked questions about Michael and I: what she thought about our relationship, how she felt about me, if she was ready for the wedding and happy about it... This kind of stupid questions that she also left unanswered.

We came in the store safely with the help of Tom and Vince, and finally we could breathe out. I took my sunglasses off to look around the store, and instantly, a smile spread across my face at the sight of all the clothes that were displayed in it.

"Feels like home, huh?" my mom asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah," I grinned, putting my sunglasses off. "I can't wait for you two to meet Karl."

Jer, who finally decided to show up after he waited hours at the airport for my mother who was already home with me, cleared his throat at the mention of Karl, just like every time he did in the past.

To be honest, I never met someone as resentful as Jeremy. It is true that Karl wasn't the best manager at times, he had his flaws, but what Jer didn't seem to understand is that this man did a lot for me and my career. When I started working for him, I was trying to pull myself together, and I think having him by my side helped me a lot. He was like a fatherly figure in my life, and I needed one more than ever at that time.

He did so much more than just being my boss: he scolded me whenever I was wrong, praised me whenever I was right. He showed me life could be beautiful if you kept your head up. He taught me how to be strong, maybe not by the greatest way imaginable, but at the end of the day, I knew what he put me through was for my own good.

I erased all the twisted things he did to prevent me from going back with Michael because I was happy now, and no matter what he tried to do, it didn't work: we found our way back to each other, and that's what true love is about.

So why holding grudges?

He shaped me into the woman I am today, and I could never thank him enough for that.

"Jer, behave. Please?" I pleaded, tilting my head to the side.

"Urgh, I will. But I won't ever like this man," he warned.

"Why don't you like him, Jeremy? He seems to care a lot about June," Katherine asked, frowning a little.

"Because this little piece of sh—," he started, but I nudged him as he was standing just next to me, "t—this man, forbade June to come near your son when she was still working for him. He didn't have the right to do that."

"But as you can see, they're getting married," she sweetly said, smiling towards my friend. "We cannot embrace God's forgiveness if we are so busy nursing old grudges."

"Who said that?" he wondered.

"It's written in the Bible," she gently answered, still smiling. "No matter how much harm Mr. Lagerfeld caused June, he asked for her forgiveness, and she gave it to him. Why can't you?"

"Because I am a resentful person, I guess," he snorted, shrugging. "And whenever somebody causes harm in any way to June, it's hard for me to forgive."

I smiled at my best friend's words, just like my mother and my mother-in-law.

"This is exactly why this man is my maid of honor," I announced proudly, wrapping my arm around Jer's waist. "He's a bad one, but he's a loyal one."

"You bi—beautiful mess," he forced a smile towards me, as he wanted to curse me out but couldn't as Katherine and my mother were here.

I chuckled a bit at him, and broke eye contact when I heard heels coming from up the stairs behind us, and a feminine voice telling us that the store was closed.

"Hi, um, I'm here to see Karl," I announced, as the woman walked down the stairs to the spot the four of us were. "I am—"

"Holy crap, you're Ms. Wellington," she realized, as she let the files she had in her hands fall down on the ground. "I didn't recognize you, I'm so sorry, I—I, of God, I'm sorry," she babbled, squatting to gather her papers that were scattered all over the floor.

"It's okay," I chuckled slightly, as I helped her take her papers from the ground. "This is my mother, Michelle; my best friend, Jeremy; and my mother in law, Katherine," I introduced them once I got up from the floor.

She nodded her head slowly, with the same starstruck look on her face, "it's an honor to meet you all. I'm Cassie," she let us know with a shaky voice, as she shook hands with the four of us, clumsily trying not to let her files fall again. "I'm sorry, I'm not stupid or anything, I'm just not used to meet people I admire the way I admire you, Ms. Wellington."

"Come on, call me June," I reassured with a smile, rubbing her shoulder a little. "It's okay. Let's pretend I'm just a regular costumer, alright?"

"But you used to be Chanel's muse, and you're Michael Jackson's fiancée and—wait," she stopped dead in her sentence and gave Katherine and my mom a look after she adjusted her glasses. "You're Ms. W—June's mother, and you, ma'am are..."

"I'm Michael's mother, dear," she chuckled softly. "Are you alright?"

"Thank you," she blurrted out, all serious. "Thank you both for making this happen, and for giving birth to the both of them."

My mother and Katherine looked at each other for a split second before mom decided to speak, "You're welcome?" she said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"I'm sorry, I speak a lot when I'm nervous, and I may sound or look weird but I am not weird, I swear, I just—"

"Honey buns, would you lead us to Mr. Lagerfeld now?" Jer chimed in, and I laughed a little at the scene.

"Uh, yeah, of course, sorry. Follow me, he is in the studio," she announced in a more serious and calm tone.

As the gentleman he is, and knowing Katherine had some troubles with her hip, Jer offered his arm to my mother-in-law as we all climbed the stairs to go and meet Karl. We only had to follow the whistles and the sound of the radio to know where he was.

On our way there, I felt this feeling of excitement to see him again. I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me, as I knew he would always know what was perfect for me: if there was anybody who could do this important job, it was him.

"He's in there," Cassie informed us as we arrived in front of a door. "He's been whistling all morning. He's really happy to be back here for you," she let me know with a smile, before disappearing in the hallway.

I smiled at the young woman's words, and decided not to waste any minute and to knock on the door.

"Come in!" he called from behind the door, and I opened it immediately. "Oh my God, June, doll!" he exclaimed, walking quickly towards me.

"Karl," I smiled, as he took me in his arms and hugged the life out of me.

"Are you okay? Is your arm healed?" he asked quickly, putting me in an arm's length to give me a closer look.

"I'm alright, K, I'm alright," I reassured, giving him another hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. I was worried sick about you," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Jer couldn't help himself but clear his throat loudly, and I turned around to give him a pointed look that could have translated "I told you to behave".

"I'm sorry, ladies. I'm usually very polite, but I really missed that girl," he announced, before shaking Katherine's hand. "You must be Mrs. Jackson, is this correct?"

"I am," she proudly answered, still with that sweet smile of hers. "I heard good things about you, Mr. Lagerfeld. I can't wait to see the result of your work."

"And I heard good things about you too, madam. June has a lot of esteem for you, just like she has for her beautiful mother," my former boss declared, shaking my mom's hand. "Glad to see you again, Michelle."

"Same goes for me," she sweetly answered back, as Karl smiled at her before turning toward Jer.

"How are you, Mr. Davis?" he asked, shaking his hand briefly.

Jer's stare crossed mine, and I am pretty sure he realized I was almost begging him not to act like an asshole on that precise day.

"I'm alright. It's good to have you for such an important thing," my best friend gently said, and I couldn't help but smile big at him, for I knew how hard it must had been for him to act nice toward someone he doesn't like.

Even Karl visibly didn't understand Jer's sudden nice words, as he was always salty towards him. Believe it or not, confusing Karl Lagerfeld was pretty hard, so I was quite amused by the situation.

"Alright, uh, let's get started," Karl announced, and the four of us followed him in the studio, my mother closing the door behind us.

The smell of fresh coffee invaded the big, bright room, which reminded me of my days as Chanel's muse again.

In the right corner of the room was a kind of dressing room that was composed of a thick red curtain, which I presumed would be the place where I was going to change into different dresses. Just in front of it, there were two little couches with a coffee table on which was placed a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it. Everywhere around the room were clothes rails with multiple dresses on them, which made me feel as excited as a little girl all over again.

"As you can see, it's pretty messy around here," Karl chuckled, motioning to the large desk where papers were scattered everywhere. "I've worked on multiple designs: some almost finished, some others being only sketches for now," he explained, as he looked through his papers. "As I know you and your body type, it wasn't quite hard to know what you'd like. Well, I hope you'll like at least one of them."

"I'm sure I will," I reassured, as I set my purse and coat on a nearby chair.

"Well, alright then, let's start with the dresses we've got here!" he clapped his hands joyfully.

We all followed him to the spot where the dresses were, as he started describing them.

First, he took out a white ball gown dress, the Cinderella type. It had a fitted bodice, with a long, full skirt, and it looked magnificent. This is the kind of dress most little girls want to get married in, me included, but growing up, I didn't picture myself in this type of dress anymore. I was afraid it would be "too much".

"It's beautiful," I heard Katherine say in awe, and my mother agreed shortly after.

"Try it on, baby," my mother encouraged.

I knew it was her dream to see me in one of those, and even though it wasn't the dress I wanted for my wedding day, I was going to try it on just to please her.

It was going to be a long, long day.

***

After a few hours and a few glass of champagne later, Karl and I found the perfect type of dress for me. We didn't find the one, but we surely knew what type suited me the best, and everybody seemed to agree with our choice.

Of course, as cliché as it must sound, my mother shed a tear when she saw me in every single wedding gown, which I found pretty humorous.

Also, throughout the day, Jer shared with me his most sincere comments, and when he didn't like it, he let me know. I was thankful for him.

Katherine was more discreet, but she helped me too, just like my mother. They both already got married in the past, so they knew what the husband expects to see at the altar. And Katherine knew her son.

I was now sure I wanted a mermaid kind of dress, and my former boss assured me it was the best kind for me, as it's fitted on the body from the chest to the knee, then flares out close to the knee. According to him, it is ideal for slender frames like mine, and also to body types that are willing to show off their curves.

Now we found the perfect type, I asked Karl if it was possible to have a dress with a bare back, and he was thrilled by the idea. I perfectly knew Michael liked it when I wore clothes with a bare back, and my job was also to please him the best way I could with my outfit.

As a second dress, I was told to pick a sheath kind of dress, which is basically a narrow shape that flows straight down from the neckline to the hem. I adjusted it a little and took a quick look in the mirror, smiling at myself.

This is happening, I told myself, as a grin formed on my lips.

With a happy sigh, I finally drew the curtain to let everybody see me in it.

"I knew it would be perfect," Karl smiled, clapping his hands together. "What do you ladies think?"

"That cleavage though," Jer chuckled, and sipped on his champagne again.

He was tipsy, I could assure you this.

"Turns you on?" I joked, wiggling my eyebrows.

"June!" my mother scolded, and I chuckled along with Jer, and surprisingly, Katherine. "You're wearing a wedding gown, you can't say things like this to another man."

"Another man who's gay and in love with a guy, Michelle," Jer pointed out, laughing his ass off.

"He's got a point, mom," I chuckled.
"Anyways, what do you think?" I asked, spinning around so that they can have a better look at my outfit. "Do you like it?"

"I think it's beautiful on you," Katherine truthfully said, as Karl excused himself to get to the door. "Michelle?"

"She's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen in my entire life," my mother sincerely said, as she started crying all over again. "I'm sorry."

"Mom, seriously? Again?" I chuckled, as I walked up to my mom to comfort her. "Are you really going to cr—" I stopped in the middle of my sentence when I was cut off by Karl calling my name in the distance. "I'll be right back. Dry those tears."

"Take the champagne away from her," I mouthed to Jer, which caused him to laugh again.

I excused myself and walked to the door where Karl was talking to someone I couldn't see. The closer I got, the more I recognized my manager's voice. A frown appeared on my face as she seemed in a panic.

"Becks? What are you d—"

"You need to come with me to the hospital... right now," she declared, totally out of breath. "Come on, hurry!"

Without thinking, I pushed through her, and started running with my heels on. I could hear Karl's voice calling my name in the distance, but I never turned around, I just kept on running. I looked behind me, and Becks was following. I didn't even bother asking her what was going on, I just knew something happened to Pit for sure, and it was all I needed to know to start running.

When I made it outside, only two paparazzi were still there. I ignored them, and kept on racing, the worst scenarios playing in my head. It's like my legs were moving by themselves, without acknowledging my brain anymore.

The wind was cold and hit my bare arms with violence, but it's like I couldn't feel it. The only thing that was on my mind was making it to the hospital and be near Pit if something had to happen to him. I just wanted to hold his hand and be there for him.

I crossed the road, barely looking if it was clear, and entered through the automatic doors of the hospital. Once inside, I didn't stop running, and took the stairs to the first floor where I knew his room was. My heart raced even faster when I heard multiple bips and screams coming from down the hallway, where Pit's room was situated. With the strength I had left, I ran the fastest I could down the hall, and entered Pit's bedroom.

My vision got blurry as soon as I saw him move, almost fight, with several staff members. He tried to sit up, but doctors were forbidding him to move.

"Where is she?" he screamed, out of breath. "She has to be alive!"

"Sir, you need to calm down, you're not strong enough!" one of the doctor yelled at him.

"Pit!" I yelled as well, approaching his bed. "Buddy, hey, buddy! Look at me!" I called, putting my hand on his shoulder, while he had his back facing me.

"Let me go! I need to check on her! She—she shot her!"

"Pit, I'm here, it's June, look at me!"

As if he finally recognized my voice, he turned around in his bed and looked at me. Instantly, his eyes got wide and teary, "J—June, is this really you?" he asked, his voice weaker, as he stopped fighting with the people present in the room. "You're alive?" he asked, his voice crzcking and his eyes full of tears.

"You're alive!" I exclaimed, laughing a bit through my tears. "You made it," I cried, as I took him in my arms.

His whole body was shaking, but still he wrapped his uninjured arm around my neck tightly.

"I thought you didn't make it, I—I didn't see you when I opened my eyes a—and I—" he panicked, crying.

"I'm fine. The bullet just grazed me, I'm okay," I reassured, pulling away from him.

"How long was I out of it? Y—you're wearing a wedding dress? Oh no, did I missed the w—"

"Buddy, calm down," I soothed, rubbing his hair back, as he started panicking again. "Breathe, okay? I am not going anywhere. I'm going to tell you everything you need to know alright?"

He breathed out heavily, and finally relaxed a bit.

"And Callie? Is she okay? Where is she?"

"I just called her, she's on her way, and Michael is as well," Becks announced as she arrived in the room. "Glad to have you back, Pit," she smiled, sitting down on the couch behind us to catch her breath.

"Glad to be back," he said, tears staining his cheeks. I took him in my arms again, and continued to rub his hair to calm him, as I perfectly saw he seemed a little lost.

"We're fine, alright?" I smiled, pulling away from him to look at the doctors. "He is fine, right?"

"To be completely honest with you, it's the first time I see someone as reactive when waking up from a coma," one of them said, as he wrote Pit's vitals down. "Can you follow the light, sir?" he asked, and Pit followed it perfectly.

"What's your full name?" he asked as he was checking his heartbeat.

"Pit George Ryerson, I'm thirty years old. I live in California, and I work for Mr. Jackson, and this woman right here is June Aurélie Wellington, Mr. Jackson's fiancée."

"That's more than I asked, but okay," the doctor chuckled, as he put his stethoscope back around his neck. "Can you squeeze my fingers?" he asked, putting both his hands in Pit's hands.

I watched their every move, and when I saw Pit wasn't able to squeeze the doctor's fingers with his right hand, where his injury was, my smile faded away a bit.

"What's wrong? Why can't he move his fingers?"

"Sir, can you move your arm for me, please?"

"I—I can't. I can barely feel it," Pit frowned down at his bandaged arm. "Is this normal?"

"You will have to do an MRI and a scan to see if you don't have any damages inside your brain, and to see if your arm is healed or not. If everything seems alright, then you will have the total motricity of your arm back with a little physiotherapy."

"Oh God," I muttered, biting on my fingernail.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm alive, it's all that matters. As you said, we're fine," he smiled more sincerely this time, which made me emotional. I just missed him so much.

"Page me if you need me, I'll leave you some privacy," he announced, and left the room shortly after.

"Are you thirsty, or maybe hungry? Can I do something for you?" I asked, sitting on the edge of Pit's bed, careful not to hurt him in any way.

"You can tell me why you're wearing a wedding dress, first," he said, putting his head back on his pillow.

"I had a meeting with Karl for my wedding dress, so I was trying some on. I just ran away from the store, literally. I ran here," I chuckled slightly.

"Wow," he snorted, because he visibly didn't have enough strength to do more. He took my hand in his right one, and a silence fell upon us. He squeezed it, and I noticed tears gathering in his eyes again.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, squeezing his hand back.

"The last thing I remember is Stephanie pointing her gun towards you, and then it's just black. I thought you were gone, that I didn't succeed and failed you."

"But you didn't. I am safe."

"S—Stephanie, where is she?"

"Where she belongs, in jail. Along with Paulina, Milo, and Frank."

"F—What?" he asked, confused.

"A lot of things happened this last few weeks, as you can see," I snorted, and rubbed his hand gently. "I'll tell you everything when you'll be ready to hear it. But not today. Today, you need to rest, okay?"

"Okay," he barely nodded. "I'll rest when Callie will be here with me."

"She came here everyday after work, and she kept me updated when I couldn't come," I let him know. "You better marry that girl, I'm telling you this. If you don't, I will," I joked, smiling in one cheek.

"Oh, I will."

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There you go guys, another chapter which gets us closer to the end of this book! Tell me, do you think June and Michael will stay this happy?
Let me know in the comments :)