A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X
It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?
You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”
You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.
“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.
“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.
“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”
“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.
“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”
“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”
“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.
You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”
“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”
You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”
“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”
“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”
“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”
“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”
“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”
“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”
“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”
“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”
“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.
“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.
• • • • • • • •
The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.
“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”
“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.
“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.
“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.
“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”
“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.
“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”
“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.
“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”
“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.
Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.
GRAMMY Museum® Mississippi Presents The Taylor Swift Experience™ Opening March 3, 2017
CLEVELAND, Miss.–(BUSINESS WIRE)–
The GRAMMY Museum®’s most popular exhibit to date, The Taylor Swift Experience™ will open at GRAMMY Museum Mississippi in Cleveland, Miss., on March 3, 2017, two days before the Mississippi Museum celebrates its one-year anniversary.
AT&T is the official sponsor of The Taylor Swift Experience in Mississippi. Most recently, AT&T unveiled Taylor Swift NOW, a new video experience created exclusively by AT&T and Taylor.
Curated by the GRAMMY Museum at L.A. LIVE, The Taylor Swift Experience gives visitors and fans an in-depth look at the 10-time GRAMMY®-winning artist as a singer, songwriter, musician and producer through personal photographs and home videos, interactive experiences, handwritten lyrics of Taylor’s top-charting hits, and iconic performance outfits including her custom-made Atelier Versace romper worn earlier this month at the DIRECTV NOW Super Saturday Night concert in Houston, Texas.
“We couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate our one-year anniversary than by hosting this incredible exhibit paying tribute to one of the most legendary artists of today,” said Emily Havens, Executive Director of GRAMMY Museum Mississippi. “After showings in Los Angeles and New York we are thrilled to bring her story to Cleveland, Mississippi, only a few hours away from her hometown of Nashville, where Taylor began her recording career.”
On display through Aug. 13, 2017, the exhibit will feature:
Clips from AT&T’s Taylor Swift NOW video channel, featuring unique and never-before-seen content and behind-the-scenes footageCustom-made Atelier Versace romper worn at DIRECTV NOW’s Super Saturday Night concertPersonal family photos, early childhood reading books and clothing, including the sweater gown Taylor wore home from the hospital just days after her birthTour costumes from Taylor’s The RED Tour and The 1989 World TourItems from the GRAMMY-winning Album Of The Year 1989, which include iconic outfits from the GRAMMY-winning Best Music Video "Bad Blood"Pre-Met Gala Louis Vuitton dressHandwritten lyrics for Taylor’s smash hits "Teardrops On My Guitar,” “White Horse,” “22” and “Welcome To New York"Taylor’s 2009 GRAMMY Award for Best Female Country Vocal Performance for "White Horse"The dress Taylor wore in her music video for "Mean” as well as the banjo used during her performance at the 54th GRAMMY Awards in 2012A one-of-a-kind custom-built piano used during The 1989 World TourAnd more, including additional interactive elements
Having originally debuted at the GRAMMY Museum in Los Angeles on Dec. 13, 2014, Taylor’s 25th birthday, the exhibit was expected to close in May 2015, but due to overwhelming response, was extended through Oct. 4, 2015. The exhibit made its East Coast premiere on Nov. 18, 2016, in New York’s Seaport District, where it remained on display through Feb. 19, 2017.
2016 Golden Globe Awards held at the Beverly Hilton Hotel on January 10 in Beverly Hills, California. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley was gorgeous in a custom-made, Atelier Versace fully beaded champagne gown with delicate slit made of ethereal chiffon.
Wearing a custom Versace tuxedo with metallic silver shoulder pieces, Zayn Malik joins girlfriend Gigi Hadid for the Manus x Machina: Fashion In An Age Of Technology Met Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on May 2, 2016 in New York City.
Elton John’s sons, Zachary and Elijah, stopped by their annual Oscar party in tuxes custom-made by Donatella Versace. That is the ultimate status symbol – getting custom-made Versace just to make a cute appearance at a party. Take an Instagram, home for bedtime.
Last week, the news broke that Angelina Jolie married Brad Pitt in France at the Château Miraval on August 23rd. No pictures of Angelina’s dress have surfaced until now.
According to People and the UK’s Hello magazine, which have exclusive photos from the couple’s intimate wedding, beautiful bride wore sleeveless, floor-length custom Atelier Versace gown which featured sewn-in designs drawn by her children.
‘Authenticity is the key to being
a successful artist and to being iconic’ – Zayn Malik
WOULD ZAYN MALIK GIVE DRAKE A LAP DANCE? Wait, let me add
some context: I’m sitting on a sofa with one of the biggest pop stars on the
planet, discussing his ambition to work with the Hotline Bling rapper
who has a fondness for grinding with his collaborators: Nicki Minaj and Rihanna
to name a couple. Naturally, I wonder… Would Zayn go there? ‘I wouldn’t be able
to,’ he says with a shy smile. ‘I’m just not that great of a dancer. Maybe I’ll
get a stunt double.’
Of course I already know this 23 year old doesn’t dance. We all do. He
famously almost bolted during The X Factor in 2010, when Simon Cowell
demanded he join the rest of the male contestants in a choreographed routine.
Despite the rebellion he stuck with it, and so began five hesitant years as part
of the world’s most mercenary, chino-wearing pop group. More than 70??million
record sales and 250?million YouTube views later, The Sunday Times 2014 Rich
List calculated the band’s combined wealth to be over £70?million.
Throughout this meteoric ascent, Zayn consistently looked uncomfortable.
Then, on 25 March 2015, everything changed when Zayn became the first to quit
the band. In the ultimate contrarian move, he left behind guaranteed success,
certain fortune and millions of adoring teen groupies to become, as he then
tweeted, ‘a normal 22-year-old… out of the spotlight’.