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The tea house was tucked away, surrounded by a lush garden of carefully pruned bonsai trees and winding stone paths. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the tatami mats inside. The sliding shoji doors were open just enough to let in a breeze, the scent of green tea mingling with the fresh, earthy air. It was serene, peaceful - the kind of setting that begged for stillness.

But Arizona and Sam? They were anything but still.

Arizona shifted uncomfortably on the tatami mat, her legs awkwardly folded beneath her. The mat's woven straw texture pressed into her ankles, making her fidget every few minutes. She wasn't used to this - the rigid formality, the deliberate slowness of it all. Every time she adjusted her position, the tiniest creak of the floor threatened to echo through the quiet space.

Sam, seated beside her, wasn't faring much better. Her brows were furrowed in determination, but Arizona caught the subtle twitch of her foot, the tell-tale sign of someone desperately resisting the urge to tap it.

The tea ceremony host, an older woman dressed in a pale blue kimono with delicate white blossoms embroidered along the hem, knelt gracefully at the front of the room. Every movement she made was like water flowing - intentional, precise. With practiced elegance, she carefully arranged the lacquered tea bowls and bamboo whisks, the soft clinking of ceramic the only sound breaking the stillness.

Arizona stifled a yawn. She knew this was supposed to be an honor - a cultural experience. Daniel had encouraged Sam to attend, and naturally, Sam had dragged Arizona along for the ride. "It'll be good for us," she'd said. "A little peace and quiet never killed anyone."

But now, Arizona wasn't so sure. She shot Sam a look, her expression clearly saying What the hell did you get me into?

Sam, for her part, tried to suppress a grin. She pressed her lips together tightly, her shoulders shaking slightly with amusement. The tension of their forced composure made it all the more unbearable. Every rustle of fabric, every accidental shuffle of their feet, felt amplified.

"Thank you all for joining us today," the host spoke at last, her voice gentle yet commanding. "The Way of Tea is not simply about drinking tea. It is a practice of mindfulness - of appreciating the present moment."

Arizona nodded, trying to look engaged, though her legs were screaming at her. Sam snuck a glance at her, and Arizona could practically hear her thoughts: Present moment, my ass.

The host continued, explaining the significance of each movement. Every brush of the whisk, every slow turn of the bowl, carried meaning. Arizona wanted to appreciate it. She really did. But sitting still had never been her strong suit. Her foot began to fall asleep, the pins and needles crawling up her leg. She shifted again, this time with a bit more urgency.

Sam whispered out of the corner of her mouth, barely moving her lips. "You're gonna break the zen."

Arizona shot her a glare, but there was no malice behind it. "Zen doesn't account for leg cramps."

The host's assistant began to serve the matcha, the vibrant green liquid poured into small, handcrafted bowls. As the assistant gracefully passed a bowl to Arizona, she accepted it carefully, mindful of the delicate porcelain. Sam received hers next, her hands trembling slightly with the effort of not spilling a single drop.

The host nodded encouragingly. "Please, take a moment to appreciate the aroma before taking your first sip."

Arizona obediently lifted the bowl to her nose, inhaling the earthy, vegetal scent of the tea. She wasn't much of a tea drinker, but something about it was oddly comforting. She glanced at Sam, who was dramatically pretending to savor the aroma, eyes half-closed in exaggerated contemplation.

"Shut up," Arizona mouthed, though her shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Sam smirked. "I'm being enlightened."

They both attempted to sip their tea with the seriousness the occasion called for, but the bitterness hit Arizona like a slap. She coughed quietly, quickly covering her mouth, her eyes watering slightly. Sam fought not to laugh, but Arizona could see the gleam in her eye - that smug satisfaction of knowing her best friend was suffering alongside her.

"You good?" Sam whispered, clearly enjoying herself.

"Delicious," Arizona muttered sarcastically, forcing another sip as the host's watchful eyes briefly fell on them.

Time crawled. The next part of the ceremony involved observing the intricate design of the bowls. Arizona turned hers slowly, pretending to study the delicate brush strokes, though all she could think about was how much longer they'd be stuck on the floor.

Just when she thought she might implode from the effort of sitting still, the host concluded her explanation and smiled serenely. "Thank you for sharing this moment of tranquility."

A collective bow followed. Arizona's muscles screamed in protest as she bent forward, silently praying she wouldn't collapse right then and there.

As the participants began to rise, stretching out their legs, Sam leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. "That was the most zen I've ever seen you."

Arizona rolled her eyes, but a grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Sam continued, following her as they shuffled out of the tea house. "You almost looked peaceful. Like a whole new you."

Arizona scoffed. "My leg was asleep for thirty minutes. I'm pretty sure I reached nirvana out of pure necessity."

Sam snorted, and Arizona couldn't help but laugh too. The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced with a warmth that only came from moments like these. Moments of shared discomfort, ridiculous laughter, and the kind of friendship that made even a painfully awkward tea ceremony worth it.

"You know," Arizona said, giving Sam a playful nudge, "next time you drag me to a cultural experience, I'm bringing a lawn chair."

Sam grinned. "Deal. But only if you promise to fake enlightenment again."

"Consider it done."

They both laughed, the sound of it echoing through the peaceful garden, and for the first time all day, Arizona actually did feel a little zen.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the small courtyard, where bamboo poles swayed gently in the breeze. A crowd had gathered, locals and visitors alike, eager to watch the traditional martial arts demonstration. Rows of folding chairs lined the perimeter, but most people opted to stand, wanting an unobstructed view of the Okinawan masters.

Arizona and Sam stood near the back, their eyes fixed on the open mat in the center of the courtyard. The anticipation was palpable, a quiet hum of excitement buzzing through the air. Arizona shifted her weight from one foot to the other, still feeling a faint ache from the tea ceremony earlier. The discomfort was worth it, though. There was something about being in Okinawa - the birthplace of Miyagi-Do - that stirred something deep inside her.

"I can't believe we're actually here," Sam murmured, the awe evident in her voice. "My dad used to talk about this all the time. He always said Okinawa was where he really learned what karate meant."

Arizona nodded, understanding that sentiment more than she thought she would. "It's different, being here. It's like... I get it now. Karate isn't just about fighting."

Sam smiled softly. "Exactly. It's about balance."

Before Arizona could respond, the rhythmic beat of a taiko drum echoed through the courtyard, signaling the beginning of the demonstration. Four men in crisp white gi uniforms stepped onto the mat, each one radiating an air of quiet confidence. Their movements were precise and controlled as they bowed deeply to the audience, the ceremonial gesture a symbol of respect.

The first master, an elderly man with silver hair, took the lead. His expression was serene, but there was undeniable strength in the way he carried himself. Without a word, he shifted into a stance, his bare feet grounded firmly on the mat. Then, with fluid, powerful motions, he began a kata - a series of choreographed movements that told a story through form and motion.

Arizona watched, captivated. Every step, every strike, was purposeful. She could almost feel the energy that radiated from the master's movements, like the air itself responded to his presence. The kata flowed like water, each motion blending seamlessly into the next. Even the stillness between movements was striking, a testament to the discipline it took to control both body and mind.

"I've never seen anything like this," Sam whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Arizona nodded, unable to tear her eyes away. "It's... beautiful."

The next segment of the demonstration was more dynamic. Younger practitioners took the stage, engaging in a series of sparring drills. The sharp crack of wooden bo staffs meeting mid-air echoed through the courtyard, followed by the rhythmic stomp of feet against the mat. Unlike the intense, aggressive matches Arizona was used to back home, there was an undeniable elegance to the combat here. Every movement was calculated, every strike purposeful.

"This is what karate's supposed to be," Arizona said softly, the realization settling in her chest. "It's not about trophies or rivalries. It's about discipline. Respect."

Sam's eyes flickered to her, a knowing look in her gaze. "You've changed a lot since we first started."

Arizona laughed under her breath. "You're not wrong. Back then, I didn't care about any of this. I just wanted to punch people who pissed me off."

"And now?"

Arizona's smile softened. "Now, it's different. Karate isn't just something I do - it's a part of me."

Sam nodded in understanding. "My dad always said that too. That karate wasn't just a sport. It was a way of life."

They fell silent again as the demonstration continued. Two women stepped onto the mat now, their movements just as fierce and disciplined as their male counterparts. Arizona felt a surge of admiration. It wasn't lost on her how significant it was to see women standing on that mat, commanding the same respect.

When the final bow came, the audience erupted into applause. Arizona clapped, the sound of her hands joining the chorus. But even as the crowd began to disperse, she stayed rooted in place, the experience lingering like a weight in her chest.

Sam noticed. "You okay?"

Arizona hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. It's just... being here. Seeing this. It makes me think about my mom."

Sam's expression softened. "Because of Miyagi-Do?"

"Partly." Arizona glanced down, her voice quieter now. "But also because I think she'd be proud of me. She always wanted me to find something I cared about. Something that wasn't just... anger."

"And you did."

Arizona met Sam's gaze, her throat tightening. "Yeah. I did."

They stood like that for a moment, the weight of unspoken memories hanging between them. But then Sam, ever the optimist, gave her a small nudge. "You know, you could probably take on half the people here."

Arizona smirked. "Maybe. But I'm not about to test that theory."

"Come on," Sam grinned. "You're basically a karate prodigy at this point."

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Says the LaRusso."

"Hey, I'm just saying - Miyagi-Do has a pretty solid legacy."

Arizona laughed softly, the sound lighter now. She glanced back toward the empty mat, the fading sun casting long shadows across it. And for the first time in a long time, she felt something settle inside her.

A sense of belonging.

"I think I'm finally starting to understand it," Arizona said, the words more to herself than to Sam. "Why Miyagi-Do means so much. Why karate matters."

Sam smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Welcome to the club."

With that, they walked side by side, leaving the courtyard behind. But the lessons Arizona had learned - the strength, the balance, the respect - would stay with her, etched into her like the stories told through the movements of the masters.

The airport buzzed with its usual chaotic energy - travelers hustling to baggage claims, tired families dragging overstuffed suitcases, and the steady hum of announcements echoing from the intercom. Arizona adjusted the strap of her duffel bag, still feeling the slight soreness from the long flight, while Sam scrolled through her phone, checking for updates.

"Any sign of them yet?" Arizona asked, leaning in to peek at the screen.

"Not yet," Sam replied, biting her lip. "Miguel said he was already here, but Dylan's probably still circling the parking lot. You know how he gets when he has to drive anywhere. Total panic mode."

Arizona snorted, already picturing Dylan's wide-eyed anxiety as he tried to navigate airport traffic. "He probably got stuck arguing with the GPS."

"Or apologizing to it," Sam added with a grin.

Just then, Arizona's phone buzzed. Miguel's name popped up with a simple text: "By the arrivals. Can't miss me."

She smiled, her stomach twisting in that nervous, excited way it always did when she was about to see him. No matter how much time passed, it still felt the same.

"Come on," she said, grabbing Sam's arm. "They're here."

They made their way through the crowd, weaving past families reuniting and couples rushing off to catch connecting flights. When they reached the glass doors leading to the main terminal, Arizona spotted him immediately.

Miguel stood near the baggage claim, scanning the crowd. The moment his eyes landed on her, his face lit up with a grin that made Arizona's heart do a full somersault. His dark curls were a little longer than she remembered, and his hoodie hung loose on his frame - but it was the warmth in his gaze that caught her.

"Arizona!"

Before she could say anything, Miguel was already striding toward her. She barely had time to drop her bag before he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her feet clear off the ground. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the crisp airport air, and Arizona held on tightly, burying her face into the curve of his neck.

"Missed you," he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

"Missed you more," Arizona whispered back, her words muffled against him.

Miguel set her down, though his hands lingered on her waist. "How was Okinawa? Did you totally become a karate master or what?"

Arizona smirked. "Let's just say I'm probably your worst nightmare now."

Miguel laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Sam cleared her throat beside them, though she wore an amused grin. "Okay, I'm officially third-wheeling now."

Miguel pulled back, still beaming. "Nah, you're good." He gestured behind him. "Speaking of third-wheeling..."

Arizona followed his gaze, and sure enough, there was Dylan - standing a few feet away, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot. His glasses were slightly fogged from the chilly air outside, and his hair was tousled like he'd been nervously running his fingers through it. He clutched a cardboard coffee cup in one hand, and in the other, a wrinkled sign that read "Welcome Home, Sam!" in bold, uneven letters.

It was painfully adorable.

"Wow," Sam said, half-laughing. "He really committed."

"Hey!" Dylan called out, his voice cracking slightly as he waved the sign. "Uh - Welcome back! I mean, obviously. The sign says that. But, yeah, welcome!"

Sam bit her lip, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thanks, Dylan."

Dylan's smile widened, though he quickly dropped the sign, realizing how ridiculous he probably looked. "Sorry. I was gonna get balloons, but I read online that helium is, like, surprisingly expensive. And then I thought about a plant, but apparently those don't travel well in the car. So I settled on the sign. But I ran out of room and the marker smeared, and -"

"Dylan," Sam interrupted, though her voice was soft. "It's perfect."

Dylan blinked, like he couldn't believe she'd actually said that. "Really?"

"Really."

Arizona nudged Miguel, suppressing a grin. "They're kinda cute."

Miguel chuckled. "He's gonna combust any second."

As if on cue, Dylan fumbled with his coffee cup, nearly spilling it before managing to save it with a shaky laugh. "I'm good! Totally good!"

"So," Sam said, trying to ease his nerves. "Did you drive here okay?"

"Define 'okay,'" Dylan said with a grimace. "I think I apologized to Siri more times than I did to actual people today. And don't get me started on the guy in the pickup truck who definitely had a personal vendetta against me."

Sam laughed, and even Dylan looked relieved that his rambling hadn't scared her off.

"Anyway," Dylan continued, straightening his glasses, "I'm really glad you're back. Both of you."

"Me too," Sam said sincerely.

Miguel draped an arm around Arizona's shoulders. "So, tacos to celebrate?"

"Absolutely," Arizona agreed. "But only if Dylan promises not to navigate."

Dylan groaned. "Fair. Very fair."

With laughter echoing between them, the four headed toward the exit. The cool breeze hit their faces as they stepped outside, but Arizona didn't mind. She was home - and, for the first time in a while, everything felt exactly as it should be.

The LaRusso house was buzzing with energy. Warm light spilled from the large windows, and the sound of laughter and conversation echoed through the backyard. The patio table was covered in trays of food - steaming pasta, roasted vegetables, fresh bread, and a massive salad bowl that Amanda had proudly arranged.

Arizona could already smell the comforting blend of garlic and basil wafting through the air as she stepped through the sliding glass door. The familiar space brought a rush of nostalgia - the family dinners, the Miyagi-Do lessons, even the awkward run-ins with Johnny. And now, she was back. It still felt surreal.

"Welcome home, girls!" Daniel called from the grill, where he was expertly flipping vegetables over the flames. His grin was wide, and the proud gleam in his eyes made Arizona's heart swell.

"Careful, Dad," Sam teased as she set down a tray of lemonade. "You're starting to look like a Food Network contestant."

Daniel scoffed, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. "Hey, I've been grilling since before you were born. Besides, someone has to balance out all the takeout you two probably ate in Okinawa."

Arizona snorted, dropping her bag by the door. "Actually, I'm pretty sure we survived off rice balls and vending machine snacks for half the trip."

"And you learned the ancient art of convenience store dining," Miguel quipped, appearing from the side yard with a grin. He walked straight over to Arizona, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Very zen."

Arizona rolled her eyes but leaned into him. "I am not more zen."

"Oh, you totally are," Miguel teased. "You didn't even threaten to karate chop me when I stole your fries earlier."

"That was just mercy," Arizona retorted, her grin softening. "I've grown."

"She's a whole new woman," Miguel said dramatically, making Daniel chuckle as he set a platter of grilled peppers on the table.

"I don't know," Sam chimed in, grabbing a plate. "I think she's just conserving her energy for the next time someone pisses her off." She shot Arizona a playful smirk.

Arizona smirked back. "Oh, absolutely. This zen thing is purely situational."

Everyone laughed, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. It felt good. Natural. Like all the drama from months before was just... gone.

As the meal began, Arizona's eyes wandered, scanning the familiar faces at the table. Amanda sat next to Daniel, the two of them easily slipping into their usual back-and-forth banter. Sam and Miguel were across from her, sneaking bits of food from each other's plates. But what truly caught Arizona's attention was the woman sitting just a few seats down - her mom.

Daniella looked healthier. The dullness that once lingered in her eyes had lifted, replaced with something softer, steadier. Her hair was neatly styled, and though the faint lines of stress remained, there was a lightness to her that Arizona hadn't seen in a long time.

"Mom," Arizona finally said, setting her fork down. "You're actually eating. And not just picking at your food."

Daniella glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, Amanda made most of it. It's hard to resist."

Arizona's heart warmed. There was a hint of her old mom in that tone - the dry humor, the teasing spark. It wasn't forced. It was just... her.

"You look good," Arizona said softly. "Really good."

Daniella's eyes softened, and she reached out, giving Arizona's hand a squeeze. "I'm trying, sweetie. One day at a time."

"I'm proud of you," Arizona whispered, the words thick with sincerity.

"I'm proud of you too," Daniella replied. "And not just because you survived your trip without breaking something."

Arizona snorted. "Hey, you'll be happy to know I didn't destroy a single antique."

"That we know of," Miguel murmured under his breath, earning an elbow from Arizona.

Daniella laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "I'll take your word for it."

Just then, Daniel raised his glass, standing from his seat. "Alright, before we get too distracted by dessert - and trust me, Amanda made tiramisu, so it'll happen - I just wanted to say a few words."

The table quieted, all eyes turning to Daniel.

"I'm so glad to have my daughter back home," he said, smiling proudly at Sam. "And I'm even happier to have Arizona here too. You both have grown so much. You've faced challenges, learned from them, and carried on. That's what karate's all about - not just the fight, but the resilience."

Arizona felt the familiar sting of emotion behind her eyes, though she tried to blink it away.

"Arizona," Daniel continued, "you've always been one of the strongest people I know. And seeing you come back with all that strength? It's inspiring. You remind us all that growth doesn't mean losing who we are - it means finding the best version of ourselves."

Arizona's throat tightened. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded, her heart pounding.

"To Arizona and Sam," Daniel concluded, raising his glass. "Welcome home."

"Welcome home!" Everyone echoed, glasses clinking in celebration.

Miguel leaned over, brushing a kiss against Arizona's temple. "Told you," he whispered. "You're totally zen."

Arizona huffed. "Shut up, Diaz."

But as laughter rang out once again, and the comforting hum of conversation resumed, she couldn't help but smile. Being home - it wasn't just a place. It was this. Family. Friends. The people who loved her, even through all the chaos.

And for the first time in a long while, Arizona felt like she belonged.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the LaRusso living room. Arizona sat cross-legged on the couch, a stack of bridal magazines sprawled across the coffee table in front of her. Some were flipped open to glossy pages of lace-trimmed dresses, floral arrangements, and picturesque venues. Others had yellow sticky notes peeking out from their edges, hastily scrawled ideas ranging from "mountain backdrop??" to "no doves, that's weird."

Miguel was beside her, his arm lazily draped along the back of the couch. He held one of the magazines, pretending to study the intricate table settings printed on the page with far more interest than he actually had. Every now and then, he'd glance over at Arizona, smirking as she furrowed her brow in concentration.

"Alright," Miguel said, flipping a page. "Option one: We get married in a castle, apparently. Only downside? It's in Scotland."

Arizona snorted. "Yeah, because a destination wedding on the other side of the world is totally in the budget."

Miguel grinned, tossing the magazine aside. "Fine. Option two: backyard barbecue, folding chairs, and your uncle Caleb on the grill."

"Don't tempt him," Arizona said, suppressing a laugh. "He'd be thrilled."

Miguel leaned in, bumping his shoulder against hers. "Hey, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Imagine the smell of ribs instead of overpriced wedding chicken."

Arizona gave him a look, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "And you want to be the guy with barbecue sauce on his tux at the altar?"

"I'd make it look good," Miguel shot back, flashing her a grin.

She rolled her eyes, though the playful banter eased some of the tension in her chest. Truthfully, the whole concept of wedding planning made her nerves coil. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about this day before - of course, she had. But now that it was real, the weight of every little decision felt overwhelming.

Miguel reached for another magazine, holding it up dramatically. "Okay, for real this time. 'Rustic chic' theme? String lights? Mismatched chairs? Every table has, like, a million eucalyptus leaves."

Arizona blinked at him. "Since when are you fluent in Pinterest wedding lingo?"

Miguel gave an exaggerated shrug. "Since I realized I'd get bonus points for being helpful."

She smirked. "Noted."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the hum of the house settling around them. Arizona's fingers traced the edge of a bridal catalog, the image of a bride and groom smiling beneath a massive floral arch staring back at her. It was beautiful. Perfect, even. But something about it felt... wrong.

"Do we have to do all this?" Arizona's voice was quiet. She didn't look at Miguel right away, afraid of what she might find in his expression. "The whole big wedding thing. The giant cake, the fancy venue, the-" she gestured vaguely to the sea of magazines, "... all of this."

Miguel didn't answer right away. He studied her face, the slight furrow of her brow, the worry flickering in her dark eyes. Then, gently, he reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

"Not if you don't want to," he said softly. "But... is it really the planning that's freaking you out? Or is it everything that comes with it?"

Arizona exhaled, her shoulders sinking. "I don't know. I just keep thinking about how I used to imagine this huge, extravagant day. The kind of wedding that felt like a performance." Her thumb brushed over Miguel's knuckles absentmindedly. "But now? After everything? I don't need all of that. I just... I want it to feel like us."

Miguel nodded, his gaze steady. "Then that's what we'll do."

Arizona bit her lip. "But how do we find that balance? Something simple, but still special."

Miguel grinned. "Well, maybe we start with a date. No eucalyptus leaves required."

She snorted softly. "Okay. A date."

He pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through the calendar. "No pressure. Just... what feels right?"

Arizona hesitated. Her mind flashed through the past year - the chaos of the All Valley Tournament, the drama with Cobra Kai, the trip to Okinawa. But then there were the good moments, too. The nights spent sneaking milkshakes after Miyagi-Do training. Lazy Sunday mornings tangled up in the sheets. The way Miguel always reached for her hand, even without thinking.

"September," she said, almost without realizing it.

Miguel's eyes flicked up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "September?"

"Yeah." She nodded, the idea settling comfortably. "It gives us time. Not too far away, but not rushed."

Miguel grinned. "September 2021. I like it."

Arizona smiled, her fingers still entwined with his. "You sure you don't want to push for Scotland? The whole 'castle wedding' thing is still on the table."

Miguel laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "Nah. As long as you're there, it'll be perfect."

Arizona's heart swelled, the tension that had weighed on her earlier now nothing more than a whisper. This wasn't about the venue or the decorations. It wasn't about impressing anyone. It was about them.

And for the first time since the magazines had landed on the coffee table, she actually felt excited.

The bridal boutique was practically glowing with soft, golden light. Racks of white and ivory dresses lined the walls, delicate beading and flowing fabrics cascading like waterfalls. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, mixing with the faint traces of perfume from other eager brides trying to find the one.

Arizona stood stiffly in the middle of it all, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wasn't sure why she had let Sam and her mom talk her into this. Maybe it was the hopeful gleam in Daniella's eyes or the relentless, pleading texts from Sam the night before. Either way, she was here - and it was too late to back out now.

"Okay," Sam declared, clapping her hands dramatically. "Operation: Find Arizona's Perfect Wedding Dress is officially a go!"

Arizona shot her a dry look. "Do we really have to call it that?"

"Absolutely." Sam grinned. "It adds to the excitement."

Daniella, standing just behind Sam, had already begun scanning the dresses like a seasoned pro. There was a newfound lightness about her - a far cry from the woman Arizona had once tiptoed around. Rehab had been good for her. She laughed more now, teased more. Even the occasional flare of overbearing mom energy felt more endearing than irritating.

"Look at this one!" Daniella beamed, holding up a dress with a dramatic ballgown skirt. Layers upon layers of tulle exploded beneath the bodice like a frothy cloud. "You'd look like a princess."

Arizona wrinkled her nose. "Mom. That dress weighs more than I do."

"Okay, okay." Daniella laughed, unphased. "No ballgowns. Got it."

Sam, on the other hand, was already thumbing through a row of sleek satin dresses. "What about something simple? Timeless. You could totally pull off the whole 'effortlessly stunning' look."

"Who says I'm not already effortlessly stunning?" Arizona shot back, arching a brow.

"You are," Sam deadpanned. "But imagine it in a dress that costs more than my car."

Arizona rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the small smile tugging at her lips. As much as she wanted to act like this whole wedding dress thing was unnecessary, a small part of her - a part she tried to keep buried - was a little curious. What if, against all odds, she actually found something she liked?

"Alright," Arizona sighed dramatically. "Fine. I'll try on a couple. But if anyone makes me twirl, I'm out."

"Deal," Sam and Daniella said in unison, grinning.

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The first dress was a disaster.

Arizona stood on the small, circular pedestal in front of an ornate mirror, the shop's consultant fussing with the train. It was a mermaid silhouette, clinging to her every curve. The fabric shimmered under the boutique lights, but all Arizona could think about was how constricted she felt.

"I feel like I'm being vacuum-sealed," she muttered.

"But you look amazing," Sam argued, giving an encouraging thumbs-up from the plush couch. "Miguel's brain would probably short-circuit."

"Great. Just what I want on my wedding day - a malfunctioning husband."

Daniella chuckled. "It's definitely glamorous, but it's not very... you."

Arizona nodded in agreement, stepping down from the pedestal as the consultant ushered her back to the fitting room. Dress after dress followed. Some were too much - extravagant and dripping with crystals. Others were simple but lacked the spark Arizona didn't even know she was searching for.

She was starting to think this was a lost cause.

But then, the consultant returned with something different. A soft, ivory gown with a subtle lace overlay. It had delicate cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, the lace trailing down in elegant patterns. It wasn't flashy or over-the-top. It was understated, graceful.

"Let's give this one a try," the consultant said warmly.

Arizona sighed, ready to get it over with. She stepped into the dress, the fabric cool against her skin. As the zipper glided up, something shifted. The dress hugged her comfortably - no suffocating boning, no overwhelming tulle. Just simplicity.

She stepped out of the fitting room, her hands nervously fidgeting with the skirt. Daniella and Sam's chatter came to a halt the moment they saw her.

"Oh," Daniella breathed, her hands covering her mouth.

Sam blinked, her usual snark nowhere to be found. "Wow."

Arizona frowned, suddenly self-conscious. "What? Is it bad? Does it look like a doily?"

"No," Sam said softly. "You look... perfect."

Arizona hesitated before stepping up onto the pedestal, facing the mirror. And there she was - no sequins, no fluff, no towering heels. Just her.

The lace traced along her arms like delicate vines. The soft ivory tone complemented her skin, and the subtle sweep of the skirt pooled gently at her feet. It wasn't a princess dress. It wasn't flashy. But it was her.

"I..." Arizona trailed off, not trusting her voice.

"That's the one," Daniella whispered, her eyes glassy with tears. "I just know it."

Arizona's throat tightened. She wasn't expecting this. The emotions - the quiet realization that maybe, just maybe, this whole wedding thing was starting to feel real.

"Mom," Arizona tried to tease, though her voice wavered. "You brought tissues, right?"

Daniella laughed through her tears, digging into her purse to pull out a crumpled tissue. "Of course I did. I'm not a rookie."

Arizona couldn't help but smile, the sight of her mom - sober, happy, here - making the moment even more significant.

"Well," Sam smirked, wiping at her own eyes. "Now we just have to find something for Miguel to wear that won't make him look like a nervous mess standing next to you."

Arizona laughed, the last remnants of her anxiety fading. For the first time, she let herself picture it - walking down the aisle, Miguel waiting at the end, this dress trailing behind her. And it didn't feel overwhelming. It felt right.

"Alright," she said, her reflection still smiling back at her. "Let's do this."

The neon glow of Golf N' Stuff lit up the night like a beacon of nostalgia. It was a classic choice - no luxury suites, no wild clubs, just a low-key, laughter-filled evening. Exactly what Miguel wanted for his bachelor party.

As soon as they stepped through the entrance, the faint hum of arcade games and the clinking of miniature golf clubs welcomed them. Eli was the first to break away, eyes immediately locking onto the giant air hockey table.

"Alright, who's first?" he declared, cracking his knuckles like he was preparing for battle. "Winner gets bragging rights for the rest of the night."

"Wow, the stakes are so high," Demetri deadpanned, adjusting his glasses. "Truly, this is the height of bachelor party madness."

"Hey, this is Miguel's night," Eli shot back, ignoring the sarcasm. "And Miguel loves Golf N' Stuff."

"He's not wrong," Miguel laughed, giving a small shrug. "I'm a sucker for a good go-kart race."

"See?" Eli grinned triumphantly. "Go-karts, arcade games, pizza - what else do you need? Besides, who wants to end up in one of those tacky limos with the broken champagne fridge?"

"Exactly!" Diego piped up, practically vibrating with excitement. At only eleven, he was beyond thrilled to be included in his brother's big night. He glanced around the arcade, his eyes wide. "This place is awesome!"

"Alright, alright," Miguel chuckled. "We'll do it all. But first - air hockey. Eli's been talking about it like it's the Olympic finals."

"Because it is." Eli grabbed the paddle like he was wielding a weapon. "Let's go, future Mr. Diaz."

Miguel laughed and stepped up to the table. The game was instantly intense, the puck flying back and forth as Eli leaned into every hit like his life depended on it. Miguel, however, played it cool, his competitive side simmering just below the surface. Every time Eli scored, he celebrated like he'd just won a championship - arms in the air, a dramatic fist pump, the whole act.

"Relax, man," Miguel teased, shaking his head. "You're gonna pull a muscle."

"Victory requires sacrifice!" Eli shot back, grinning.

Eventually, Miguel scored the winning point, and Eli's exaggerated groan echoed through the arcade.

"Rigged," Eli declared. "That table's cursed."

"Or you just suck," Demetri offered smugly. "But you're very passionate. I respect that."

Before Eli could respond, Diego tugged at Miguel's arm. "Go-karts! Come on!"

Miguel grinned, ruffling his little brother's hair. "Alright, alright! Lead the way, champ."

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The go-kart track was a swirl of flashing lights and revving engines. Diego barely contained his excitement as he climbed into one of the small, colorful cars. Miguel took the spot next to him, the steady hum of the engines vibrating beneath them.

"You ready?" Miguel asked, adjusting his seatbelt.

Diego grinned. "I was born ready."

As soon as the signal flashed green, the track came alive. Miguel let Diego take the lead for a bit, watching him steer with determination. It wasn't long before Eli came barreling past, dramatically swerving like he was in a high-speed chase.

"Eat my dust, losers!" Eli yelled, cackling.

"Someone's taking this way too seriously," Miguel laughed.

"Go, Miguel!" Diego cheered, his small hands gripping the wheel tightly. "Catch him!"

Miguel wasn't one to back down from a challenge. With a grin, he floored it, closing the distance. The air was thick with the smell of rubber and gasoline as the wind whipped past them. He narrowly avoided one of the curves, sending Eli a triumphant grin as he sped past.

"Not so fast, Hawk!"

"You cheated!" Eli called back, but he was grinning.

Demetri, meanwhile, was several laps behind, muttering to himself. "I swear this kart has a defective motor. No, really. I should've read the fine print."

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By the time the race was over, Miguel had taken first place, much to Eli's disappointment.

"Okay," Eli huffed, dramatically wiping fake sweat from his forehead. "You win. But I'm still the moral victor."

"Yeah, sure," Miguel grinned. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Pizza time?" Diego asked, his stomach growling loudly.

"Absolutely," Miguel agreed.

⸻

They grabbed a corner booth inside the arcade's snack area. A massive cheese pizza sat in the center, the cheese bubbling and golden. Diego dug in without hesitation, while Miguel laughed at the way Eli and Demetri argued over who deserved the biggest slice.

"You're married to the game, Miguel," Eli said, smirking. "But soon, you're gonna be, like, actually married."

"And then it's all downhill from there," Demetri chimed in dramatically.

"Exactly," Eli nodded. "No more wild bachelor parties like this one. Just romantic date nights and... matching pajama sets."

Miguel rolled his eyes, though a grin lingered on his face. "You two are ridiculous."

"But you love us," Eli teased.

"Unfortunately," Miguel shot back playfully.

Demetri leaned back, smirking. "You know, Miguel, I'm available for emotional support during any wedding planning meltdowns. For a small fee."

"I'll keep that in mind," Miguel laughed.

As the laughter died down, Miguel felt a wave of gratitude. No flashy clubs or over-the-top chaos. Just his best friends and his little brother, all celebrating together.

"Thanks, guys," he said, his voice genuine. "For everything."

"Anytime," Eli said, clapping him on the back. "But you owe me a rematch."

"Deal." Miguel grinned, grabbing another slice of pizza. "But only if you promise not to cry when I win again."

Eli gasped in mock offense. "You are so going down."

"Bring it on."

And just like that, the night continued - laughter echoing through Golf N' Stuff, the neon lights glowing bright, and Miguel feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

The air outside Golf N' Stuff was cool and crisp, the neon lights casting a soft glow over the worn picnic tables scattered near the entrance. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the muffled sounds of the arcade filtered through the open door. After the whirlwind of go-karts, air hockey battles, and pizza-fueled laughter, the group had decided to take a breather.

Miguel leaned back on the bench, his legs stretched out in front of him. Eli was dramatically recounting his supposed "near-victory" on the track, complete with exaggerated hand gestures. Demetri occasionally chimed in with sarcastic remarks, while Diego enthusiastically nodded along, his cheeks still smeared with remnants of pizza sauce.

But Robby? Robby had been quieter.

He sat at the edge of the table, absentmindedly picking at the label of a water bottle. His jaw shifted like he wanted to say something, but the words hadn't come yet. Miguel noticed, though. He always noticed when something weighed on Robby's mind.

"You good, man?" Miguel asked, his voice low enough to keep it between them.

Robby blinked, like he'd been pulled from his thoughts. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," he replied, though his tone was a little too casual.

Miguel didn't push. He'd learned that with Robby, sometimes it took a minute.

Diego, having grown restless from sitting still, hopped up. "I'm gonna try and win that big stuffed dragon from the claw machine!"

Eli snorted. "Good luck, dude. Those things are a scam."

"Not if you've got skill," Diego shot back, puffing out his chest dramatically. "Come on, Demetri!"

Demetri groaned, already regretting agreeing to help. "If I get my hand stuck in that machine, I'm suing."

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head as they disappeared back inside. The laughter lingered for a moment before fading, leaving a comfortable silence in its wake. It was just Miguel and Robby now, the arcade lights flickering across their faces.

"You know," Robby started, his fingers still fiddling with the water bottle, "I was thinking about how much has changed. How much we've changed."

Miguel's smile softened. "Yeah. Feels like forever ago we were beating the crap out of each other at the school."

"Or at the All Valley," Robby added, his voice tinged with something nostalgic. "That rivalry was... intense."

Miguel huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. Understatement of the year."

There was a pause. Robby's gaze lingered on the ground for a moment before he lifted his eyes to Miguel. There was no bitterness there, no lingering resentment - just honesty.

"But look at us now," Robby said quietly. "You're about to get married. You're not just some guy I used to fight against. You're... family."

Miguel's chest tightened at the words. Family. It was complicated, sure. They'd gone through hell and back, but somehow, they'd come out on the other side. Stronger. Wiser. Together.

"And I'm proud of you, man," Robby continued, his voice firm but sincere. "For everything. For how far you've come. You didn't let any of that crap define you. You're... good, Miguel. You've always been good."

Miguel swallowed, feeling the unexpected sting of tears behind his eyes. He wasn't one to get overly emotional, but hearing that from Robby? It meant something.

"Thanks, Robby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "That means a lot."

Robby gave a small nod, but there was a warmth in his expression. "And just so you know - if you ever screw up and Clementine decides to kick your ass, I'm rooting for her."

Miguel laughed, the tension breaking in an instant. "Oh, I have no doubt."

There was a beat before Robby stood, holding out his hand. Miguel took it without hesitation, the handshake firm and steady. But then Robby pulled him in, the handshake turning into a hug. It wasn't one of those awkward, quick ones. It was genuine - the kind of hug that spoke volumes without words.

"I'm proud of you too, Robby," Miguel murmured. "And I'm lucky to have you in my corner."

"Right back at you, man," Robby replied.

When they pulled away, there was no lingering awkwardness. Just understanding.

"Now," Robby said, a small grin tugging at his lips, "let's go see if Diego bankrupted Demetri trying to win that dragon."

Miguel chuckled, already hearing the distant sound of Demetri's dramatic complaints echoing from inside.

"Yeah," he agreed, slapping Robby on the back. "Let's go."

And as they walked side by side, it was clear - whatever battles they'd fought in the past were just that. The past. Because now? They were brothers.

The early morning sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, casting dappled shadows across the stone pathways and patches of wildflowers. Soft wind chimes tinkled in the breeze, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. A small wooden sign at the entrance read "Find Your Zen - Private Yoga Session."

"Okay, I'm just saying, this is not how I pictured a bachelorette party," Tory grumbled, adjusting the straps of her sports bra as she stepped onto the freshly laid yoga mat. "Where's the margarita fountain? The ridiculous sashes? The- I don't know- male strippers?"

Sam smirked, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "Come on, Tory. It's Arizona's party. You really think she'd want a bunch of sweaty guys grinding on her to 'Pony' by Ginuwine?"

Tory snorted. "It would've been funny."

"Well, lucky for all of us, I'm hilarious without the help of greased-up dudes," Arizona called out, strolling toward them with a water bottle in hand. She wore a loose, white tank top that read "Bride Vibes" in cursive gold, paired with matching white yoga leggings. Her dark hair was pulled into a casual bun, and even though she tried to play it cool, there was an undeniable excitement in her eyes.

"And I did promise zen," Arizona added with a grin. "You know, inner peace, mindfulness, all that stuff I'm totally into now."

"Since when?" Tory shot back.

"Since I came back from Okinawa," Arizona replied proudly, striking an exaggerated meditative pose. "I'm practically a yogi."

Devon, struggling to tie her shoelaces, chuckled. "Yeah, sure. And I'm practically an Olympic gymnast."

"Hey, we believe in your dreams," Sam teased, earning a playful glare from Devon.

Just then, a slender woman with silver hair and a gentle smile approached, dressed in flowing, earth-toned linen. "Welcome, everyone," she greeted warmly. "My name is Willow, and I'll be guiding your session today."

Tory muttered under her breath, "Of course her name is Willow."

"Let's all find a comfortable spot on your mats," Willow continued, completely unbothered. "We'll begin with a grounding breath exercise."

The group arranged themselves in a semi-circle, mats laid over the soft grass. Birds chirped in the distance, and a small stone fountain gurgled near the edge of the garden. For a moment, it was peaceful.

Then Willow's soothing voice cut through the calm. "And now... we breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

Everyone complied - except Tory, who immediately started fake snoring. Arizona shot her a glare, though the corner of her mouth twitched in amusement.

"Just give it a chance," Arizona whispered.

"Fine," Tory grumbled. "But if I reach enlightenment, I'm demanding a refund."

They moved through gentle stretches, Willow's instructions floating softly through the air. Sam, much to everyone's surprise, was surprisingly flexible, effortlessly flowing from one pose to the next. Tory, however, barely managed to balance in Downward Dog without grumbling about the "stupid name."

"Now, if you're comfortable, we'll move into a headstand," Willow suggested.

"Yeah, no," Tory said flatly, plopping onto her mat.

"I'm doing it," Devon announced, determination gleaming in her eyes. "No one's gonna call me a quitter."

"Who called you a quitter?" Arizona asked, confused.

Devon ignored her, already attempting to hoist herself upside down. Her legs flailed wildly, her arms wobbling like jelly. Sam bit her lip, trying to stifle her laughter, while Arizona whispered a quick, "You've got this, Dev."

But Devon did not have it.

With an exaggerated thud, she collapsed onto the mat, her legs tangled in an impressive display of awkwardness.

"NAILED IT," she declared, sprawled on the grass like a starfish.

Tory burst out laughing, clutching her side. "Oh my god, please tell me someone recorded that."

"I might've," Sam teased, holding up her phone.

"Delete it," Devon groaned dramatically.

"No promises."

Arizona shook her head fondly. "At least you tried."

Devon, still lying flat, pointed at her. "Next time, I'm in charge of the bachelorette party. There will be karaoke. And cocktails. And zero headstands."

"Deal," Arizona laughed, helping her up.

Willow, ever the professional, clapped her hands gently. "Wonderful effort, everyone. Yoga is about the journey, not the perfection."

"I like this lady," Tory murmured.

The session wrapped up with a guided meditation, though most of them struggled to keep still. Sam peeked at her phone twice, and Tory's foot started tapping within minutes. But when Willow finally dismissed them, the group felt lighter - even if it wasn't from enlightenment.

As they packed up their mats, Arizona slung her arm around Tory's shoulder. "So? Was that the worst thing ever?"

Tory smirked. "I guess it wasn't terrible. But next time, we're adding mimosas."

"Noted."

They all laughed, the breeze tugging at their hair as they strolled back toward the parking lot. Arizona couldn't help but smile. It wasn't the wildest bachelorette party ever - no chaos, no drama - but it was perfect. She had her friends, her laughter, and the overwhelming sense that life, finally, was exactly where it should be.

The night had taken a new, unexpected turn, and Arizona was absolutely loving it. After a tranquil yoga session, the group had piled into the car, laughing and teasing each other as they headed to a private karaoke lounge that Arizona had secretly planned. It was the perfect way to bring some energy into the evening, and already the vibe was high as the neon lights flashed in the darkened parking lot.

The lounge was small and intimate, with velvet booths lining the walls and a glowing bar off to the side. The sound of upbeat music and voices echoing off the walls welcomed them in. The hostess led them to a VIP booth tucked in the back with an impressive view of the stage, and they quickly settled into the plush seating, already ready to unleash their inner divas.

"Alright," Arizona grinned, setting her drink down. "Who's brave enough to go first?"

"Me!" Devon practically leaped up, her hand shooting into the air with an enthusiasm that made everyone laugh. "You guys aren't ready for this."

"Prepare yourselves, we're gonna get real punk rock up in here," Tory teased as she leaned back into the booth.

Devon picked up the mic and strutted toward the stage. "I'm doing Bad Reputation by Joan Jett," she announced confidently, setting the tone for what was about to unfold.

"Bring it, Dev!" Arizona cheered from the booth, and her friends hooted and hollered as the opening guitar riff filled the air.

To everyone's surprise, Devon absolutely slayed it. Her voice wasn't perfect, but she brought every ounce of raw energy into the performance, jumping around and belting out the lyrics with such confidence that it was impossible not to get swept up in her punk rock vibe. By the time the song ended, she was out of breath, her face flushed with excitement and pride.

"See? I told you," she said smugly, handing the mic back to the host. "Who's next?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but Arizona and I have been practicing for weeks."

"Uh-oh, don't tease us now," Tory said, her eyes narrowing with amusement. "Are you really about to do this?"

Arizona and Sam exchanged a quick glance before the two of them stood up and made their way to the stage, the spotlight following them. Arizona had a mischievous grin on her face, while Sam rolled her eyes, already knowing what was coming. The music started, a nostalgic intro playing through the speakers, and the crowd let out a collective gasp when they recognized the song.

"No way," Devon whispered, eyes wide. "They're doing Oops!... I Did It Again?"

"Oh, they are," Daniella said with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the dramatic build-up.

Arizona and Sam grabbed the mic, and with an exaggerated flick of her hair, Arizona belted out the first line of the song. Sam followed in with the next, her voice smooth and sultry. Together, they harmonized perfectly, their playful chemistry evident as they moved around the stage, full of confidence and energy. Arizona's dramatic gestures, flipping her hair and striking poses, were completely on point, and Sam kept pace effortlessly, tossing in some sassy choreography of her own.

The crowd was in hysterics. Everyone was laughing and cheering, thoroughly entertained by their over-the-top, theatrical performance. Arizona shot Sam a wink as they nailed the chorus, the chemistry between them undeniable. By the time the song reached the final note, they were grinning, both of them slightly out of breath but incredibly proud of their performance.

"Damn, that was gold," Tory exclaimed. "I'm giving that a standing ovation."

"Thanks, we worked hard on that," Arizona said, chuckling as she passed the mic to the host.

Sam playfully pushed Arizona toward the booth. "Don't get too cocky. You're not the only one with pipes in this group."

But just as they were getting comfortable, the spotlight shifted again. Daniella stood up, looking a bit nervous but determined. The group quieted as Daniella stepped up to the microphone. Arizona looked at her mom, a soft smile crossing her face.

"Daniella, are you-"

"I'm doing it," her mom said with a mixture of nerves and resolve. "I'm going to sing something for you all."

There was a slight hesitation in the air as Daniella took the mic, but when the first notes of a Spanish ballad began to play, she closed her eyes, and everything seemed to still. Her voice filled the room - smooth, soulful, and full of emotion. Arizona's heart clenched as she watched her mom sing, feeling a deep sense of pride and connection. The lyrics were a heartfelt expression of love and struggle, and every note felt like a message to her family.

As Daniella sang, her voice trembling slightly but strong, Arizona couldn't help the tears that began to well up in her eyes. Sam reached over and squeezed her hand, a silent show of support. The room had grown completely quiet, all eyes on Daniella as she poured her heart into the song.

The ballad concluded, and for a moment, there was total silence. Then, everyone broke into applause, some wiping their eyes, moved by the raw emotion that had just filled the room. Daniella lowered the mic, her hands shaking slightly.

"That... that was beautiful, Mom," Arizona whispered, standing up and walking over to her, wrapping her arms around her. "I didn't know you had that in you."

Daniella gave a soft laugh, tears in her eyes as well. "I had to give you something, didn't I? You're getting married."

The room was filled with warmth and love, everyone sharing in the emotional moment. The atmosphere had shifted from playful to heartfelt, and Arizona felt incredibly lucky to have these people in her life. The karaoke night, which had started with laughter and cheesy pop hits, had transformed into something deeper, more personal.

Tory, still sniffling a little, looked at Arizona. "I'm just saying... I think this might be the best bachelorette party ever."

"Definitely not what I was expecting," Arizona agreed, her voice thick with emotion. "But I wouldn't change a thing."

Sam, who was holding Arizona's hand, leaned in and kissed her cheek. "We're all here for you, Arizona. In every way."

The group gathered around Daniella, their hands on her shoulder, offering her smiles and quiet words of encouragement. Arizona's heart swelled with love for her mom, her friends, and the unexpected beauty of the evening. It wasn't about the big party or the flashy things; it was about connection, about family and friends, and about celebrating the moments that truly mattered.

And as the next song queued up, Arizona knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter - one filled with love, laughter, and the people who had always had her back.

The morning of the wedding, Arizona sat in front of a large, antique vanity mirror, draped in a silk robe, the soft fabric gliding over her skin. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, illuminating the soft curls in her hair and the soft pink flush on her cheeks. She couldn't quite pinpoint how she felt-nervous, excited, overwhelmed-but there was something undeniably magical in the air. This was real. Today was the day.

She let her gaze drift out the window, to the world beyond. It was calm, almost peaceful, as if everything had slowed down just for her. The birds were chirping, the sun was high, and the soft rustle of the trees in the breeze grounded her in this moment. It felt surreal. She was about to marry the love of her life, and everything had led up to this moment.

Behind her, the soft sound of footsteps approached, and Arizona's heart skipped. Daniela, her mother, entered the room with a smile, her eyes slightly misty but full of warmth and pride. In her hands, she held a delicate veil, the lace edging shimmering in the soft morning light. Arizona caught her reflection in the mirror and saw her mother's gaze soften as she walked toward her.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Daniela asked gently, placing a hand on Arizona's shoulder.

Arizona turned her head to look at her mom. "I'm... I'm good, Mom. Just a little nervous, I guess."

Daniela smiled, brushing a stray lock of Arizona's hair behind her ear. "You've been through so much, and you've come out stronger than anyone I know. Today is just another beautiful chapter in your life."

Her words were soothing, grounding, as always. Arizona let out a small, relieved breath. "It still feels unreal. Like... how is it possible? How did I get so lucky?"

Daniela's eyes softened, and she reached for the veil, her hands steady as she carefully pinned it into Arizona's hair. "You're strong, and you deserve this happiness, Arizona. You've worked hard for it, and now you get to enjoy it."

The final pin clicked into place, securing the veil to Arizona's head. Her mom stepped back, taking in the sight of her daughter-beautiful, glowing, ready to begin the rest of her life.

"You're stunning," Daniela whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Absolutely breathtaking."

Arizona felt a lump in her throat as she met her mom's eyes in the mirror. There was so much love in her gaze, so much pride. Arizona had spent a lot of time rebuilding their relationship, and moments like these reminded her just how far they'd come.

Before she could respond, there was a soft knock at the door. Arizona turned her head, smiling as Sam entered the room, a small, wrapped box in her hands. Sam looked stunning as always, wearing a soft blush-colored dress that matched the delicate beauty of the morning. There was a certain warmth and energy about her today-like she was just as excited for Arizona as she was for herself. She had the kind of energy that Arizona could always count on.

"Hey," Sam said softly, walking over to her. She placed the small box on the vanity in front of Arizona and smiled. "I've got something for you."

Arizona raised an eyebrow, surprised but curious. "What is it?"

Sam grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just a little something blue."

Arizona's breath caught in her throat. She recognized the tradition-the "something blue" for good luck. She reached for the box, her fingers brushing Sam's, and slowly lifted the lid. Inside was a small, delicate charm-an ornate silver piece shaped like a heart, with intricate swirling designs. A sapphire stone sat in the center, catching the light with a soft, almost magical glow.

"Sam, it's beautiful," Arizona whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She gently picked it up, letting the weight of the charm settle in her palm.

Sam smiled, her voice soft and sincere. "I thought it'd be perfect for your bouquet. A little piece of something to carry with you throughout the day. A reminder of how far you've come and how much you've overcome."

Arizona's eyes welled up, and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "It's perfect. I... I don't even have the words."

Sam reached out and cupped Arizona's face, her touch gentle and loving. "You don't have to say anything. I just want you to know I'm here. I'll always be here."

Daniela, standing quietly in the background, wiped away a tear from her eye as she watched the bond between Arizona and Sam. She cleared her throat softly, smiling at the two of them. "This is such a beautiful moment," she said quietly. "I'm so glad to see you two together. You both deserve all the happiness in the world."

Arizona looked at her mother, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks, Mom. I'm so lucky to have both of you here."

Sam nodded, her hand still resting gently on Arizona's cheek. "We're both so proud of you, Arizona. Today is yours, and no matter what happens, you're going to shine."

Arizona swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart full of emotion. This was everything she had wanted-surrounded by love, by people who truly supported her. The veil, the charm, her mother and Sam beside her-it was more than she could have ever dreamed.

"Okay," Arizona said with a deep breath, finally gathering herself. "I'm ready."

Daniela smiled, wiping another tear from her eye. "You look incredible, sweetheart. Miguel's going to be speechless when he sees you."

Arizona gave a small, nervous laugh. "I hope not. I don't think I'm ready to deal with him crying today."

Everyone laughed, the tension lifting just a bit, but it was clear that Arizona was still feeling the weight of the moment. Sam, sensing that, squeezed her hand one more time before speaking softly. "Remember, you've got this. You've always had this."

"Thanks," Arizona whispered, her eyes locking with Sam's. "I couldn't do this without you."

Daniela, now wiping away the last of her tears, stood back, her hands on Arizona's shoulders. "Let's go, darling. It's time."

Arizona nodded, taking one last look at herself in the mirror-at the woman she had become, the journey she'd traveled to get here, and the incredible love that awaited her just beyond the door.

Together, they walked toward the wedding, each step filled with anticipation, excitement, and the overwhelming beauty of the moment. The rest of her life was just beginning.

Miguel stood in the quiet garden, the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze barely enough to distract him from the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. He tugged it tighter, loosened it, and pulled at the collar of his shirt, feeling the weight of anticipation pressing against his chest. His nerves were a tangled mess of excitement, doubt, and overwhelming love. Today. Today was the day he had been waiting for-his wedding day.

The garden was alive with soft flowers, their vibrant petals gently swaying in the breeze, and the sun had begun its descent, casting long, golden rays across the path and surrounding trees. It was peaceful, yet every minute that ticked by seemed to stretch out, teasing him with the wait. Miguel's thoughts kept racing to Arizona, wondering what she was doing right now. Was she nervous? Was she as excited as he was? Would she be as breathtaking as he imagined?

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his gaze flicking to the path ahead. He knew Arizona would be walking down that path soon, and the thought of seeing her, of seeing the woman he loved more than anything, walking toward him in her wedding dress, made his heart race even faster.

A soft tap on his shoulder broke his thoughts, and Miguel's breath caught in his throat. He spun around, his eyes wide, and there she was.

Arizona stood in front of him, the sunlight casting a soft glow around her as she stepped into view. She was wearing a simple yet stunning dress, the ivory fabric hugging her form perfectly with a delicate lace overlay that shimmered in the soft light. Her veil flowed behind her like a whisper of silk, and her smile-oh, that smile-lit up her entire face. It was as if the world itself had paused just to let her shine.

Miguel's breath hitched in his throat as he gazed at her. He couldn't help it; his eyes filled with tears at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and she was standing right in front of him.

Arizona looked at him, her eyes soft and affectionate, and then she chuckled, taking a small step forward. "You've been adjusting that tie for ten minutes," she teased, her voice filled with that familiar warmth that made Miguel's heart skip. "You nervous or something?"

Miguel's mouth went dry as he tried to find the right words. "I-uh... I-" He stammered, his eyes welling up. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "You... you look... you look incredible, Arizona." His voice cracked slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself, his words stumbling over each other. "I don't think there's a word for how beautiful you are."

Arizona grinned, the corners of her lips curving up mischievously. "You dork." She reached out, cupping his face gently in her hands. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

Miguel wiped away a stray tear that had escaped and gave her a shaky smile, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was really happening-that this beautiful, incredible woman was about to marry him. "I just... I never thought this day would come. I feel like I'm in a dream."

Arizona's eyes softened, and she stepped closer, her hands resting on his chest as she gazed up at him. "This is real, Miguel," she whispered, her voice steady and full of emotion. "It's real. And I'm here. With you."

Miguel's heart surged as he leaned in, brushing his forehead gently against hers. "I'm so lucky," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn lucky to have you in my life."

Arizona closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth of the moment. When she opened them again, there was a softness there-an unspoken understanding between them, a shared sense of peace. "I'm the lucky one, Miguel," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "I've got you."

They stood there for a moment, just breathing in the moment together, letting the world around them fade into the background. Nothing else mattered right now. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of forever.

Miguel pulled back just slightly, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. "You sure you want to marry me?" he asked, a teasing edge in his voice but also a hint of vulnerability. "I'm still getting used to the idea of having such a beautiful, amazing woman as my wife."

Arizona laughed, a sound so pure it made his heart ache. "Oh, I'm sure. You're stuck with me now."

Miguel grinned, the tension in his chest finally beginning to ease. His heart swelled with affection for her, and he reached out, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face, letting his fingers linger just a bit longer than necessary.

"Good," he murmured, before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Because I'm stuck with you, too."

Arizona's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if savoring the weight of his words. She let out a soft, contented sigh, and when she opened her eyes again, she was looking at him with so much love it made Miguel feel like his heart might burst.

"Well," she said, her voice soft but teasing, "I guess we better get this show on the road then. Your bride is waiting for you, Mr. Diaz."

Miguel chuckled, his hands slipping into hers as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her touch. "I'm ready. Let's do this. Together... Mrs. Diaz."

They stood there for a moment longer, just the two of them, lost in the quiet of the garden, the world around them quiet and peaceful. Then, hand in hand, they turned toward the aisle, ready to take the next step into the rest of their lives. And nothing in that moment could have been more perfect.

The day had arrived, the sun shining brightly over the lush botanical garden. The air was fresh and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, the vibrant colors of white, soft pink, and lavender providing a natural backdrop for the most significant moment of Arizona and Miguel's lives. The ceremony was set against a backdrop of towering trees and creeping vines, the light filtering through the leaves, casting gentle shadows along the path that led to the altar. It was as if nature itself had dressed for the occasion, and everything had come together in perfect harmony for this day.

Guests sat in rows of white folding chairs, their murmurs soft with excitement. Each of them had traveled from near and far to witness this union-the coming together of two families, two souls who had fought through challenges, battles, and growth to reach this very moment.

At the start of the aisle, standing tall and strong, was Diego, Arizona's younger brother. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the boutonniere on his jacket, the flower tucked delicately in place. He turned to look at Arizona, who stood just a few paces away, waiting for the signal to begin their walk. His heart swelled with pride and love for his sister. Arizona had always been the strong one, the protector, the person who took charge. But today, seeing her in her wedding dress, her eyes filled with a mix of nervous excitement, he realized just how much she had grown. She wasn't just his sister anymore; she was a woman about to take on a new journey with the love of her life.

"Ready?" he asked gently, his voice thick with emotion.

Arizona smiled, the nerves on her face softening as she looked at him. "Ready as I'll ever be," she replied, squeezing his hand.

Diego gave her a small, encouraging nod, then gently linked his arm with hers. He couldn't hold back the tears that threatened to fall, knowing how important this moment was-not just for Arizona, but for their whole family. As they took their first steps down the aisle, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just Arizona, Diego, and the soft sound of their footsteps on the pathway lined with white flowers.

Each step they took felt like a promise, a promise that they had made it this far and would continue to move forward. Arizona caught sight of Miguel standing at the altar, waiting for her with an expression that was a mix of nerves and excitement. His eyes met hers, and everything else fell away. He was the only one there, and the smile that spread across his face made her heart flutter.

She looked at Diego, who had a slight smile on his face, even though his eyes were glistening with tears. His grip tightened on her arm, holding her steady as they walked. Arizona could see the pride in his eyes, the love for her that had always been there, and it made her heart swell with appreciation. Her family was there-her mother, her brother, the people who had supported her through everything.

As they reached the altar, Diego gently placed Arizona's hand in Miguel's, the gesture almost ceremonial in its own right. He gave his sister one last, lingering look before stepping back to take his seat. Arizona didn't know how, but in that moment, everything felt right-everything felt as if it was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Miguel took her hand in his, his thumb gently tracing the back of her knuckles. He gazed at her with a tenderness that took her breath away. Arizona stood there for a moment, completely lost in his eyes, her heart racing. She had never felt more certain of anything in her life than she did in this moment, standing beside Miguel.

The officiant-a close family friend who had known both Arizona and Miguel for years-smiled at the couple, his voice warm as he began the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Miguel Diaz and Arizona Alvarez, two individuals who have walked separate paths, only to find each other and build a love that will endure. Love is not just a feeling; it is a promise. It is a commitment to grow, to learn, and to stand by one another, through every challenge and every triumph."

Miguel and Arizona both turned to face each other, their hands still gently intertwined. The officiant gave a nod to Miguel, signaling that it was time for the vows. He took a deep breath, his voice slightly shaky but filled with the kind of sincerity that could only come from years of growth, both as a person and in his relationship with Arizona.

"Arizona," Miguel began, his voice steadying with each word, "when I first met you, I never imagined that I would find someone like you-someone who would challenge me, love me, and help me grow. You've taught me more than I could ever explain-about love, about family, and about myself. I've never been more sure of anything in my life than I am right now, standing here with you. You are my heart, my strength, and my home. And I promise, no matter what happens, I will always be here with you. I will stand by you, through every fight, every triumph, and every quiet moment in between. I vow to love you, not just in the big moments, but in the little ones too-when we laugh, when we struggle, and when we're just existing together. I will be your partner, your friend, and your biggest supporter for the rest of my life."

Miguel's eyes glistened as he finished his vows, his gaze never leaving Arizona's. She could feel the weight of his words in her heart, and before she could speak, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, not wanting to break down in front of everyone, but the raw emotion in Miguel's words hit her harder than she expected.

When it was her turn, Arizona took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Miguel," she began, her voice trembling slightly at the start, but gaining strength as she went on, "when I look back on how far we've come, it almost feels like a dream. From the first time we met, to all the ups and downs, to this moment right now, I've learned what it means to love and be loved in return. You've shown me what it means to be truly seen and heard. You've made me better, and you've helped me become someone I never thought I could be. I promise to always listen to you, to always support you, and to stand by you through whatever comes our way. I promise to love you fiercely, to laugh with you, and to hold your hand through the hardest days. I will be your partner, your equal, and your best friend for the rest of our lives."

As Arizona finished her vows, a silence settled over the crowd. Miguel was looking at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache. She could see the emotion in his eyes-the same emotions that she had carried with her for years, now reflected in his gaze. She felt the weight of her words, the promises she had made, and knew with every fiber of her being that this was the right decision.

The officiant smiled warmly at the couple, wiping away a tear of his own. "Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Miguel, you may kiss your bride."

Miguel didn't need to be told twice. He pulled Arizona into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft, but filled with all the emotion they had just poured into their vows. The kiss was a promise-unspoken, yet understood by both of them. It was the beginning of a new chapter, one they would write together, hand in hand, through whatever life threw their way.

As they pulled away, Miguel smiled at her, his eyes shining. "Arizona Diaz," he whispered, testing her new name, "I can't believe we're finally here."

Arizona laughed softly, her heart full. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

The crowd erupted into applause, but for Arizona and Miguel, the world had narrowed to just the two of them. In that moment, they knew they were ready for whatever the future held. Together.

The reception was in full swing, the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights hanging from the trees casting a magical aura over the garden. The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and upbeat music filled the air as friends and family gathered around, enjoying the celebration of Arizona and Miguel's love. The warm evening air mixed with the smell of fresh flowers, and the sight of everyone having fun made it feel like the perfect night.

It was finally time for the first dance. Arizona and Miguel made their way to the center of the dance floor, hand in hand. As they stepped under the canopy of fairy lights, the crowd hushed, all eyes on the couple. Arizona's heart beat faster, the weight of the moment settling in. Miguel, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear, his happiness radiating in every step he took.

The song that played was one of those timeless love ballads, slow and soft, the kind that made time feel like it stood still. Miguel pulled Arizona gently into his arms, and they began to sway together. Arizona couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling the comforting rhythm of the music as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You look beautiful," Miguel whispered, his voice full of emotion, his lips brushing her ear.

Arizona grinned, her arms sliding up around his neck. "Not bad yourself, Diaz." She smirked teasingly.

Miguel laughed softly, pulling her a little closer. "Not so bad, huh? You're gonna make me blush."

They danced slowly, lost in their own world. The laughter of their friends and family faded into the background, and it felt like it was just the two of them, standing in the center of their lives. Arizona, for the first time in a long time, felt a deep sense of peace. There were no worries, no anxieties-just this moment, with the man she had chosen to spend her life with.

But of course, this was a wedding reception, and no good moment is without its interruptions.

Robby, standing off to the side, watched the two of them dance with an exaggerated eye roll. He looked over at the group of friends nearby, where Sam and Tory stood, arms linked together, laughing and watching the dance. He raised an eyebrow, giving them a mockingly serious look.

"Well, well, look at Miguel over there," Robby said, his voice teasing. "I gotta say, I didn't know he had it in him. Thought we were gonna need some dance lessons."

Sam snorted, barely able to control her laughter. "He's definitely got... uh, rhythm, just not the right kind of rhythm."

Tory smirked, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I give it five more seconds before he trips over his own feet."

The group erupted in laughter, and Robby's exaggerated commentary only made things worse.

Meanwhile, Eli and Demetri had already begun their next big mission: to lead the most ridiculous conga line in wedding history. Eli, ever the showman, was already strutting his stuff with his usual flair. Demetri, with his typical enthusiasm, followed right behind, shaking his hips with more energy than skill, laughing like a maniac.

"Conga line, people! Let's go!" Eli called out, his voice dramatic and full of excitement as he tugged at random guests, pulling them into the conga.

Demetri followed suit, even doing a spin for dramatic effect, causing a ripple of giggles throughout the crowd. The conga line grew in length, with people of all ages joining in. There was no grace, just chaos, but that was the beauty of it. It was messy, fun, and full of life. The entire dance floor was now a swirling mess of limbs and laughter, with Eli and Demetri leading the charge in the most uncoordinated but spirited conga ever seen.

But for Arizona and Miguel, none of it mattered. They continued to sway together, their movements smooth despite the comical chaos happening all around them. Arizona, caught in the joy of the moment, gave Miguel a playful look.

"You know," she said with a grin, "Robby's not wrong. We might need to work on our dancing before the next big event."

Miguel chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Are you saying we should ditch the slow dance and join the conga line?"

Arizona raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Maybe... if you're brave enough."

Miguel shot her a mischievous look. "Oh, I'm definitely brave enough. But you're not getting me to do the Macarena."

They both laughed, the sound blending in with the music and the laughter of their friends.

In the background, Daniela watched them, her heart full. She leaned against a nearby pillar, taking it all in as she saw her daughter so happy, so at peace. Arizona had always been the strong one, the one who had to hold things together. But today, she was different. She was glowing in a way Daniela had never seen before. She looked at Miguel and saw the love in his eyes, the way he held Arizona like he would never let her go. The soft way he spoke to her, the way they fit together so perfectly. It filled Daniela's heart with joy, and she couldn't help but wipe away a stray tear.

She didn't try to hide it, though. She was proud, so incredibly proud.

From the corner of the dance floor, she caught Arizona's eye, and the two shared a brief but meaningful look. Arizona gave her a smile that said it all: Thank you, Mom. For everything.

As the song began to come to a close, Arizona and Miguel continued to sway gently, lost in each other. But it wasn't just the two of them anymore. Slowly, the music started to pull the rest of their friends and family back into the circle. The conga line had finally ended, but the laughter remained, the energy uncontainable.

Just as the song was ending, Arizona felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Dylan standing there, his hands in his pockets, grinning awkwardly.

"Hey, you," Dylan said, his voice a little shy but filled with warmth. "Mind if I cut in?"

Arizona's face broke into a wide smile. "Of course, you dork. Come here."

Dylan stepped in, awkwardly placing his hands around her waist, the two of them moving in a rhythm that was anything but graceful. But it didn't matter. Dylan was her best friend, and there was no one else she'd rather be dancing with at that moment.

They shared a moment of quiet understanding as they danced together, their words unspoken but meaningful. The two of them had been through so much together-adventures, heartaches, and everything in between. And now, here they were, celebrating her new life with Miguel. It felt surreal, but it was perfect. She was surrounded by love.

"So... this is what it feels like to be part of a couple," Dylan said with a grin, his nervousness fading away as he got more comfortable.

"Yeah, welcome to the club, buddy," Arizona teased. "Just wait until you see the wedding planning craziness. It's not all dancing and fairy lights."

Dylan laughed, shaking his head. "No thanks, I think I'll sit that one out."

As the night continued, Arizona couldn't help but look around at the people who mattered most. Her mother, her brother, her best friend, her new husband, and their incredible group of friends. The celebration was more than just a wedding; it was a promise to grow, to live, and to love.

And as the music played on and the laughter filled the air, Arizona knew one thing for sure: this was just the beginning.

The evening air had cooled as the last strains of music from the reception faded into the distance. The garden, once alive with the sounds of laughter and joy, now felt peaceful and serene, bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights that flickered above the tables. Arizona and Miguel, hand in hand, stood near the entrance of the venue, just outside the doors, taking a quiet moment to soak it all in.

The reception had come to an end, but the night wasn't over yet. Their friends and family had gathered outside, waiting for the grand send-off. The soft sounds of nature and the rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a soothing soundtrack as everyone, holding baskets of flower petals, formed two rows leading up to the car.

Miguel squeezed Arizona's hand, his face soft with a mixture of exhaustion and pure happiness. "Can you believe it?" he whispered, looking around at the people they loved, the memories they had created together. "We're married."

Arizona glanced up at him, her eyes full of emotion. She couldn't believe it either, but in the best way. The day had been a whirlwind, but here they were, standing on the threshold of something new, something beautiful. "It feels like a dream," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "A good one."

Miguel smiled, his eyes locked on hers. His hand brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, a familiar gesture of tenderness. "It's real, Arizona. This is real."

Before Arizona could respond, the crowd erupted into cheers, and the unmistakable sound of flower petals raining down filled the air. White and pink petals cascaded from the baskets, floating down around them like a gentle, fragrant snowfall. The petals landed softly on their shoulders, in their hair, and scattered at their feet.

For a brief moment, everything around them felt suspended in time, as if they were the only two people in the world. Arizona's heart swelled with love and joy as she looked around at the faces of their closest friends and family, all of them beaming with happiness for them.

Diego was the first to approach them, his smile wide and filled with pride as he stepped up to his sister. "You guys are perfect together," he said, pulling Arizona into a tight hug.

"Love you, kiddo," Arizona said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad you're here."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," he replied, grinning ear to ear. "Now go, get out of here, you've got a honeymoon to enjoy!"

With that, he stepped back, letting Arizona and Miguel continue their walk toward the waiting car. The petals continued to rain down around them, and Arizona couldn't help but laugh at how surreal everything felt.

Miguel looked over at her, eyes full of adoration. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his gaze soft as he admired her radiant smile.

She raised an eyebrow playfully. "You sure? I'm covered in petals."

Miguel grinned. "You could be covered in mud, and I'd still think you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

Arizona's smile grew, her heart fluttering in her chest at the sincerity in his voice. She reached up, touching his face gently. "I love you, Miguel."

"I love you, too," he replied, pulling her a little closer as they paused just before the car.

They turned to face their friends and family one last time for the night. Their loved ones were gathered together, waving sparklers in the air, their faces illuminated by the soft light as they cheered for the newlyweds. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day, and it was just the beginning.

Miguel cupped Arizona's face, his touch tender. "This is just the beginning, Arizona. This whole life, with you-this is just the start."

She nodded, her heart full. "I'm ready for it. I'm ready for us."

Miguel kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingering for a moment as he pulled her close. She rested her head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was right. They were together, and nothing could change that.

As they turned to the car, Arizona felt a slight flutter of excitement. This wasn't just a send-off from a wedding; it was the beginning of everything they had dreamed of together. The future was wide open, full of possibility.

They reached the car, and Miguel opened the door for her, helping her inside. Arizona slid in gracefully, smiling up at him. He followed, slipping into the driver's seat beside her, his hand automatically reaching for hers. As he started the engine, the soft hum of the car surrounded them, and Arizona looked out the window for a moment, taking one last glance at the venue, at the people who had gathered to celebrate their love.

The words "Just Married" were written in bold, white letters across the back of the car, and Arizona couldn't help but smile. It was official. It was real.

"I can't wait to spend forever with you," Arizona said, her voice soft but full of certainty.

Miguel glanced over at her, his grin wide and full of love. "I can't wait either. Forever sounds perfect."

They drove off into the night, the headlights illuminating the path ahead. The road ahead was theirs to take together-full of love, laughter, and endless possibilities. As the world outside blurred by, Arizona felt like everything had led her to this moment, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

With Miguel by her side, she knew she had everything she'd ever wanted. The future was bright, and this was only the beginning.

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