The Beautiful World Of Entertainment

Aubrey had been surprised that Chloe wasn’t a bridesmaid, but really Chloe was glad Beca didn’t ask. She couldn’t imagine standing next to her on this day. Watching her get ready and listening to how excited she was to marry someone else. Was that wrong of her? Did that make her a selfish, horrible person? Maybe, but a part of her knew she couldn’t do it. 

Instead, she had to watch as Fat Amy, Stacy, and Emily stood next to her in matching black dresses because of course, Beca had her bridesmaids wear black. 

She could tell this wasn’t Beca’s idea. None of the flowery, fancy, and really rather gaudy things could have possibly been Beca’s call. It was all Jesse. This wedding wasn’t Beca at all. 

“Are there any objections to this pairing? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

This was it.

Chloe stood. She had no idea what she was doing, no idea what she should say, but her body moved on its own accord. 

“Oh my god,” she heard Aubrey exhale beside her. 

The priest had spotted her so it was too late to back out. 

Next, Jesse. His face immediately falling and the happiness being replaced by anger and confusion. 

Then, Fat Amy with an, “Awkward.”

But when Beca looked at her and her midnight blue eyes met Chloe’s icy blues, everything made sense. There was a glimmer of hope that flashed through those eyes, at least that’s what Chloe hoped. There was a chance that everything Chloe had ever felt was reciprocated, that the signals from Beca she thought she had received were real. 

But then again, maybe they weren’t. 

She could feel that all eyes were on her, but she only cared about one pair. The pair that she would spend forever making it up to if she let her.

“Chloe,” Aubrey said gently, grabbing her by the hand. 

“I have to go,” Chloe whispered as she turned abruptly out of her seat and walked out of the chapel quickly. 

The cold air took her breath away, or maybe it was the fact that she just stood up at Beca’s wedding to object. No one ever objected. It was just a saying, right? 

Her hands were shaking. Her heart was beating. Her eyes were burning. She had royally screwed up. Beca would never forgive her. They would never speak again. She could never show her face to any of the Bellas. 

She leaned against the wall of the church and tried to catch her breath and her thoughts. Her dress was suddenly too tight and she needed to leave before she threw up in the parking lot. 

She heard the door slam open behind her. She closed her eyes tight. She knew Aubrey would follow her. It’s what she does. She picks up the pieces of Chloe that shatter when it comes to Beca. 

“Aubrey I know that-”

“Tell me I’m not making a mistake.”

Chloe’s heart stopped. 

It was Beca. 

She turned and saw the beautiful brunette in her white dress. Her cheeks were red and tear streaked. She was breathing hard, like she had just sprinted from the altar. Her hands were tightly fisted around the fabric of her gown. 

“Tell me that wasn’t just a horribly timed phone call or emergency. Because I just left Jesse up there alone to follow you. Tell me, Chloe, that it wasn’t for nothing.”

“Becs,” Chloe said, taking a step forward. It dawned on her that she had run from the altar. For her. 

“I have waited years for you. I never thought it was… I didn’t think…” Beca struggled to get out. Her lip quivered and her body was trembling. 

Even with all of this, she looked so incredibly beautiful. Chloe hated to see her hurting, but there was a part of Beca that looked alive, still. Like everything she had been hoping for had happened and there they were. Outside of the chapel full of friends and family and acapella nerds. 

“Come on,” Chloe smiled, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her towards her car. 

Beca smiled, too. It was the beginning of the rest of their life, and Chloe knew it as she pulled Beca along and further away from the church. 

There was shouting from the door that had just been pushed open by some Treblemakers. Chloe couldn’t help but to giggle. The adrenaline and hope that filled her body made everything else seem so bleak. All she could feel was happiness and Beca’s hand in her own.