Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.
"Ready?" my dad said.
"I really am." I answered confidently. I took his arm as the music began to play. My dress flowed down to my just below my feet. It had beautiful, but very subtle, decorations. As I walked down the aisle, my anxiety went away. All I could think about was him. I wanted to be in his arms. And I would be. Very soon. We were almost there. Five more steps. Four. Three. Two. One. My dad 'gave' me to Percy. I stared at him, and he stared back. We said our vows, and the preacher told Percy to kiss me. He did so without hesitation. His lips were perfect against mine. Everything was perfect. We were married. He was mine, and I was his. Forever. No mater what happens or who pops up. I love Percy Jackson with all my hearts. I think I always have, even before I knew him. And I know I always will.
Yeah, I know its short. I'm sorry. I was going to be done with this story, but people kept begging me to go on. This is it! No more! I have started another story though…