Author's Note: Here's the epilogue, as promised. Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed :)

2 Years Later

Lizzie woke to her fiancé placing kisses along her jaw and neck, a common occurrence since she had moved in one year ago.

"Good morning, Mrs. Darcy."

Lizzie stretched her arms above her head and yawned. "You can't call me that until the day after tomorrow. Also, I never agreed to change my name."

Will smirked deviously. "If you don't change your name, everybody is going to have to call you Mrs. Bennet."

He huffed when she shoved his shoulder. "If you call me that again, we won't have a problem because there will be no wedding… But I guess you have a point."

She tried to sound exasperated, but couldn't help it when her lips curled a little. "Mrs. Darcy it is."

"Don't be angry. I'm a catch," Will teased as he poked her in her side. Lizzie couldn't help but be happy every time he showed this side of his personality. He shifted to lean on his elbow. "Are you sure you don't want to rent someplace out for your bachelorette party? It's not too late."

Instead of throwing her party at a club like Will was, Lizzie had decided to utilize their living room adjacent to the pool patio. Years later and she still loved the view.

"No," Lizzie replied. "Lisa would be heartbroken. She was really set on making her legendary margaritas."

Lizzie leaned over to place her hands on the back of his neck. "I assure you I will be very happy with everything. Stop worrying so much. We both know that if I was displeased with something, then you'd know about it."

"Okay, Mrs. Darcy."

Later that Night

Lizzie entered the living room with trepidation. She had given Charlotte, her maid of honor, free reign over the planning of the bachelorette party. Actually, free reign is a misleading term. It was more like Charlotte demanded absolute and total control over anything even remotely related to the party. When Lizzie told Charlotte that she wanted it to be "low-key", Charlotte had laughed loudly and patted her on the head while saying, "It's cute that you think that's an option." She hadn't even been allowed to come downstairs until everyone had arrived.

There were disco balls on the ceiling and confetti spread everywhere, with pink solo cups and vodka bottles littering the tables placed around the room.

Jane, Louisa, Caroline, Marianne and Emma raced towards Lizzie as she entered the room, loudly proclaiming their congratulations for her upcoming nuptials. Georgiana then pushed through them in order to grab Lizzie's shoulders before jumping up and down. "We're going to be sisters!"

Lizzie jumped up and down with her briefly before turning to Charlotte to thank her for throwing the party.

"Hey, that's what maids of honor do. But don't thank me until your real present gets here."

"You didn't hire an 'exotic dancer', right? I told you if I needed a man to strip for me I could always call Will over."

Georgiana coughed delicately. "I think that's my cue to go get some alcohol."

Lizzie chuckled as Georgiana walked away. Meanwhile, Charlotte answered Lizzie's previous question. "It's not a stripper. Just some fun honeymoon gifts."

"What does that mean?"

Charlotte quickly turned to Caroline to throw the attention off of her. "Caro's preggo!"

"Thanks, Charlotte," Caroline said sarcastically, rubbing her stomach delicately. "We were going to wait until after the wedding to share the news with everybody, but Charlotte noticed I wasn't drinking. I'm about three months along." Caroline was grinning widely as she told her news, and even after two years Lizzie still marveled at the changes of all the former contestants.

Now that her mother wasn't breathing down her neck about snagging a husband, Caroline was much more laid back and relaxed than she used to be. She and Tom were happily married, and had just celebrated their one year anniversary. Two years ago, Tom- to the shock of the entire Bertram family- started shadowing Lizzie at work and had steadily taken over her duties until she felt comfortable enough leaving. Caroline had traded in her job as a socialite and was now working as a receptionist at Mansfield.

Emma had finally realized her feelings for one Alex Knightley, and they were now dating. Louisa, when not frustrated over her job or drunk as a skunk, was actually very funny and quickly became a close friend to Charlotte and Lizzie. Marianne had found an outlet for her romantic ideals, and wrote a best-selling novel. Jane and Charles were happily married and living within walking distance of Lizzie and Will. Mary and James were currently working at hospitals near Johns Hopkins and were flying down the day of the wedding. Charlotte and Richard had eloped a couple of weeks after the last ceremony, and had a surprisingly stable relationship despite the constant pranks and bets.

Yes, they had all changed over the past few years, including Lizzie herself. Lizzie started at Pemberley after she moved to Florida and was respected by all she worked with. She often marveled at just how lucky she was that her mother signed her up for Burning Love, and how terrible it would have been if she went with her initial instincts to leave. Lizzie sighed happily when Will placed his arm around her waist and placed a kiss on her temple.

"Richard and I are leaving for the party. I'll text you when we're on our way back." Richard, who had walked in with Darcy, leaned over to pick up some food off the coffee table and Lizzie gasped.

"Richard, what was that on your back?"

Richard's face lost all color and he clamped a hand over his lower back. "No-nothing."

Lizzie moved closer in a predatory manner while Richard backed away in fear. "It's nothing! You're imagining whatever it is you think you saw." If anything, this just excited Lizzie's curiosity and she proceeded to chase him around the room while everybody else looked on with amusement. After managing to wrestle his shirt off and pry his hands away from his back, Lizzie guffawed at what she saw.

"When did you get this? Also, how drunk were you?"

Darcy moved closer and Richard, who had given up, slumped down onto a stool and allowed everybody to gather around. There, on the small of his back, was a cute tattoo of a purple and green butterfly surrounded by tiny pink hearts. Charlotte snickered at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.

"He wasn't drunk when he got it. My husband lost a bet about the outcome of the Burning Love ceremony."

Richard couldn't help but smile at the victorious expression on Char's face. "I had a choice between the butterfly and 'Char's Bitch'. I don't play for high stakes anymore," he said as he got up to pick up his shirt from the floor.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment Mrs. Reynolds walked through the door holding a tray of margaritas.

"The legendary drinks have arr-"

She stopped short, and seeing Richard half naked, assumed based on past events, that he was streaking again. Lisa quickly set down the drinks and grabbed her phone from her pocket, dialing some number while yelling "I'm calling your mother!"

Richard quickly darted over to where she was standing and clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. "No, I wasn't streaking I swear!" He turned around to face the crowd snickering at the opposite end of the room. "Lizzie, tell her I wasn't!"

"What is on your back, Mr. Fitzwilliam?" Lisa questioned in a horrified tone.

"Well," Darcy said, placing his arm around his fiancée once more, "at least we'll never have a dull moment with our friends and family around."

Lizzie stood up on her toes to kiss him. "That's for certain."