"Idiot, you saw me a year ago, what's the big deal?" Beau muttered, right before being crushed into a strong hold, resembling a wrestler's move to strangle the opponent. Beau wiggled out of the grasp, rolling his eyes at his best friend. Harry only smiled, ear-to-ear. "You look so different! Older….are you on steroids?" he asked, seriously. Sally couldn't help but burst out laughing at the last remark, and all eyes turned to her. Quickly upon realizing this, she stopped her laugh, and a hand flung to her face, covering her mouth in embarrassment. Beau looked at the girl, and remembered her immediately from the bright emerald eyes, he hardly would have recognized her. Last time he saw her, she was about eleven. Her hair had been long, she was flat-chested, had a screechy voice with an annoying laugh, and awkward looking skinny legs. The five years had clearly changed her. She was wearing a light pink dress with some sparkles that went to about her knees. A white satin sash wrapped around it, right below her bust. Above the bust…well, the dress was clearly filled out, and some pushed up breast at the top was the only immodesty. Half a centimeter satin straps held the dress to her, and her shoulder length bright brunette hair was half pinned back. Her skin had grown less milkbaby-ish, and more like porcelain. She was probably still an annoying little girl though, he concluded. "Ah , don't flatter him, Harry. The muscle isn't anything special. Just more then what you've got!" Mario eventually said, breaking the silence awkwardly. Beau rolled his eyes, as Harry pushed up the already half-way rolled up sleeves of Beau's white button up shirt, poking at the muscle. It really wasn't much, but still; it was finely toned. Sally tried to ignore that. Harry quickly got over it, and faced towards Sally, who was looking off into the distance; looking out of place and bored. "Emo, you remember Sally, right?" he asked, smiling obliviously. Sally, upon hearing her name, turned towards the group again, her toes still wiggling nervously. "Obviously" was the brisk reply. Before any more could be said, Rachel came out the door. She was wearing a black halter dress, with a V-swoop, not leaving any cleavage though. Underneath the V to the left showed some see-though black silk, creating a mysterious glow almost. The dress reached to Rachel's shins, and she wore her black open-toed wedges. Her hair was curled, looking like Marilyn Monroe. Her eyes fell to Harry, and she smiled brightly. "Welcome home, Harry" she said warmly, walking towards the group. But before he could launch into a long conversation, she started ushering them towards the door. "Well, let's not stay outside now" she told them briefly, -Four hours later- Sally felt like she was going to scream. Not that there was anything particularly wrong…just that there was nothing particularly right. The waitress was young and fun, the food was absolutely delicious, and the conversation was running smoothly (thanks to Harry and Mario). Even still, she would've given anything to get out of the uncomfortable dress, slip into her worn-out converse, snatch up her iPod, and take a long walk around the streets. The night was warm from the sunny day, with the crisp cool the winds brought. Perfect. Freaking. Weather. Sally sighed, tuning out Harry's latest ramble, and aimlessly playing with the leftover spaghetti on her plate, since all she ate was the shrimp. The adults were on the far right of the table, while the three teens sat slightly separated. Harry was in front of her, and she watched as he slurped up even more chicken soup (she still couldn't believe that this restaurant even had it!), talking between bites – and sometimes during. Beau was to his left, slowly eating his filet mignon. She rested her fork on the plate, still holding it lightly, as she looked over to him dully. After a few seconds, he looked up at her. She looked a little surprised, but didn't look away. And, even more suprising, he didn't glare or turn back to his food. Instead, the blank stare he gave back somehow held something more. Like, he understood exactly what she was going through. Not that listening to Harry talk endlessly about frivolous subjects was out of the ordinary, but for those five seconds, it did seem important. Too afraid that he'd be the one to end the connection, she looked back over to Harry and started listening to him again. "And then we decided to go to Blue Mountains! It was great, except they didn't have Chicken soup… I was really sad, ya know? But then…" "You've met her!" Harry yelled, in shock. Oh, he was so clueless. "I've been with Andy for the past five years. Being with Andy means being with his Corp. Of course I've met her" Beau responded, chidingly. Harry frowned, upset that he could no long go through the detailed lengths of describing his love-interest, since the young teen had already met Helen.. He plopped down onto his computer chair, spinning it to face Beau. "Disappointed?" Beau finally asked, lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking very laid back. He was now in his flannel pants with a red shirt, and Harry in similar night-wear. "A little" Harry answered, bitterly. Beau smirked, and eventually Harry laughed good-naturedly. The last time Beau had felt like this, was four years ago – the last time he was with Harry. Admittingly to himself, he was like a scientist stuck in the Arctic, freezing cold with the frigid winds and knee-high snow. Harry was the little fire that could be struck with a match, and even though the fire couldn't overcome the whole entire body, it was still a little pleasure that made you tingle and sigh with relief. Beau felt warmer, and it had only been nine hours since him and Jordan landed in Queensland at two o'clock. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Harry sighed, thinking dreamily. Beau stared at his best friend for a little while, but then nodded, agreeing. Harry saw the little notion, and smiled. "Not as beautiful as Sally, but still" Beau raised an eyebrow, and this time he didn't nod. "Aw, come on emo kid. She's not that little annoying eleven year old you still think of her as. You can't possibly be judging her from that…" Harry exasperated, knowing that his other best friend really just wanted some approval, more then anything. "Hn" Beau respected Harry with at least some type of response. Harry narrowed his eyes, and then threw a pillow at Beau. Who, in return, caught it easily and dropped on the other side of the bed. Who knew the Young emo kid actually had a subject other then Andy that shut him up? Even Beau couldn't tell that Harry was thinking of something that might actually have been important. -Sally's pov- Well it's obvious that he still thinks of me littlely. I could hardly blame him. It's quite shameful to think about, actually. All those Valentines Days that I pestered him, all the time's I begged to know who he liked, and all the time's I acted so immaturely. I was only eleven years old. Just a little girl with a crush.In love with the idea of loving him, not actually in love with him.Just another platonic and delusional situation. What is it called – wishful thinking? Well now thinking back on it I realize it was child's play. So what do I want now? Well being accepted would be nice. We're like this big family, that's not really that big, but still. Everyone's got some relationship with another. Except Beau and I. I'm just the girl that he has to know, has to hang out with, hasto be "friends" with. Could it ever be more? Just him wanting to want me, not even romantically, would be so nice. And..well what if it was romantically? Oh, no, that's completely illogical. Thinking about that is a waste of time. There's no need to ponder over whether I'd feel the same way. Or if I still hold feelings for him.Or if seeing him makes my skin crawl or not. No, I don't need to think about any of that. I'll go for friendship. It's a more realistic goal. Sort of. -normal pov- Sally was tossing and turning that night. The thoughts in her head were a whirl about Beau's return, but they were not alone. Why do you care so much, anyway? It was like an Inner Sally resided in her, and was shoving the un-thought-of thoughts into the conscious part of her mind. But Sally didn't want to answer that question, let alone think about it. So it stayed unprocessed. For now.
The next week passed by quickly, with last-minute wedding plans and arrangements filling up much of Rachel, Tammy, Mario, Jordan, and Sally's time. Everyone was helping out, and Sally's organization and ability to stay calm during Rachel's breakdowns was very useful. She had been calling flower places to make sure the details were correct, and going to different wine tastings for VERY last minute decisions. School ended for spring break the upcoming Friday (exactly seven days away), and exams were after the break, so the weeks school load was fairly easy. Now, she was taking the night off for herself. She was at a table in front of the Auntie Anne's in the mall, sipping at her Lemonade and relaxing. Harry was going to be meeting up with her in about ten minutes or so, so he had time to just focus her thoughts on absolutely nothing. 60 seconds… 120 seconds… 180 seconds…240 seconds…300 seconds…360 seconds…420 seconds…480 seconds…540 seconds… She could hear Harry talking boisterously, and could immediately tell he was with someone. And quite frankly, she didn't even have to turn around to know who. "Sally! I brought Beau, hope you don't mind!" The boy obviously didn't understand the phone conversation when she had said she wanted a "peaceful, uneventful night out to relax". No. This was Harry. Nothing's ever simple enough with him. She turned around, a small smile already plastered on her face. "No, I don't mind" she told him robotically. -Sally's pov- Of course my hair's thrown up into some regular pony tail, my bang's unstraightened, my jean's ripped practically everywhere, and my old, too-worn green converse is the image I'm presenting right now. Of course I'm only wearing an Ice Cream Shoppe shirt from where I worked at last summer, and of course I look like shit right now because I didn't know that I had to look maybe a little better. Of course this is all Harry's fault that my easy night turned into another living nightmare! -Normal pov- But then, the connection happened again. When Harry started rambling about why he brought Beau (he didn't realize that she didn't care about why he did it, she just cared that he did), their eyes locked and the unsaid thoughts were exchanged. Something along the lines of "Why is our best friend an idiot?" Beau broke the eye-contact this time though, and spoke up. "Idiot, she's obviously uninterested" he said easily. Harry dismissed the comment, but at least stopped talking. He smiled innocently, and took a seat across from Sally, and Beau took one in between the two. Since no one was starting conversation, Harry of course brought something up. "So, Beau accidently got placed into regular classes. But they're changing his schedule around, so he'll get back in Honors. That'll mean he'll be with us!" Harry exclaimed. Sally, was slightly speechless. Of course! Why wouldn't Beau be in honors? Why hadn't she thought of this before? "Oh, neat. What is your major?" Sally responded, and also threw in her own question out of curiosity. "Business" was the reply, but it held no indifference for once. It sounded bitter, like saying the word made him want to spit out something sour and foul. "Oh…planning on taking over your brothers Corp?" she asked hesitantly. From the flash of resentment in his eyes, she immediately knew that her choice of questions and comments were the wrong ones. And she had only said seventeen words in front of him. It became obvious that a mere friendship was going to be hard to produce.
"I suppose" he finally answered after a few seconds. Harry scratched his head nervously, Sally nodded, more eagerly then she really felt. This week had drained all of her energy, but for tonight, she had had a little spark to get her threw. As she mentally chased Harry around with a butcher knife, she felt the little spunk get squashed. Energy depleted, once more. -later- "Call of Duty, Black Ops?" Harry threw the game behind him, and accidentally hit Beau in the stomach with it. "Hn" Beau grunted, glaring at the blonde. "Was that a yes? Because I can't find Smackdown vs. Raw 12. Or Madden 12. I wonder where they are. Maybe I lent them to Mason. Do you remember him? The lazy one. But really smart, somehow. Like a genius. And he's great with strategies, so he always wins video games. Hasn't lost one yet. Even th-" "It was a yes," Beau said, shaking his head while putting the game into the Xbox 360. There was no telling how long Harry could ramble on for. "Oh, okay" Harry got up from the pile of games, and plopped down onto the bed. Beau threw him a controller, and took a seat in the chair. Harry took a look at the controller, and then frowned. "Hey emo, you accidently gave me player number two controller," he whined, already gesturing for Beau to take his controller, in exchange for Beaus. The young teen merely looked at Harry, not even seeing the controller that was being jabbed at him. "Fine! Jeez, Sally's much less power-hungry then you, she doesn't insist on having the first player controller" he started rambling, making no sense whatsoever. "She plays video games?" Beau asked, tonelessly. "Oh yeah. She's somewhat tomboy at heart" he answered. "She's lesbian?" Harry's face turned bright red, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Beau only blinked. After getting over the coughing fit, and returning to the normal face color, Harry answered. "No! No, not at all. Trust me" his voice was completely sure, but Beau stared at him, with no obvious change of thought. "Really. If she was lesbian, there wouldn't have been that whole Danny ordeal" Now he sounded thoughtful, somewhere in a different mental mind. It spiked Beau's interest, to say the least. "Danny?" Beau eventually asked, not pleased that he had to. "Exboyfriend" Harry replied. A one word answer. Those were never good. "And?" Beau asked. "Well… it was a summer love type of thing. Right before this school year. She was the happiest I've ever seen her. He's a year older, a senior now, but when school started, they were still inseparable. But suddenly she got more distant. Always alone, avoiding everyone, always wearing his oversized hoodie, and not caring what she looked like. I didn't know what was wrong, and no one else really thought there was something wrong" Harry stopped there, and Beau waited for more. Eventually, he continued. "One day, in late October, I came over. Didn't bother to knock on the front door, nor her bedroom one. Never really do. Her techno was blasted, and he light in the bathroom that's jointed to her room was on, the door open, so I went there. I found her staring at herself, tank top and shorts, with tons of make up sprawled in front of her" His voice was hard, and his jaw was clenched. "She had bruises all up and down her arms, and a fresh handprint across her face… Suddenly, it just all made sense" Beau didn't think Harry could finish telling what happened that day even if he really wanted to. "Abusive boyfriend?" Beau said more then asked, barely above a whisper. Harry looked blank for a little while, but then nodded. "She still flinches" he said quietly. They sat in silence for a few seconds, but then Harry cracked a smile. "Come on, beau! I think it's time I kick your ass now!" He then pressed play, letting time start again.
Another long update Story is almost finished By the time Sally blinked an eye, it was the Saturday of the wedding. The exams and school – over. It was now the week and a half of spring break. The wedding planning – over, as well. It had been hectic, and she felt fatigue all over her body. But as of right now, she was on the stage in the little church, and the priest was guiding Rachel and Mario through their vows. She (Sally) was in a simple silver dress, halter top and floor length, like all the bridesmaids. Her hair was twisted up, tangled with baby's breath (that's a kind of flower, incase anyone didn't know), and a few loose strands curled down. Tammy, Karen, and Lisa were the other bridesmaids. On the other side of the stage, were the men – tuxedos, clean cut. The groomsmen consisted of the best man, Jordan, and then Beau, Harry, and Andrew. In front of the stage, were the rows of people. About eight of them were filled seat-for-seat. Sally knew there was going to be much more people at the after party. "You may now kiss the bride!" she heard, and looked over to the now married couple. She smiled widely, a feeling of joy – and relief – washing over her. Mario flashed a grin, before picking up his wife and kissing her full on the lips. After a quick spin, and many more cheers from the "audience", he let Rachel go and they happily exited the stage, via the three stairs. It didn't surprise anyone that Mario led Rachel down the aisle by skipping joyfully. Next, Tammy and Jordan exited together, followed by Karen and Andrew, and Lisa and Harry. Lastly, Beau and Sally met at the middle, and linked arms. They walked down the few stairs, and down the aisle towards the door. Sally felt unnerved with all the pair of eyes on her, but she continued to walk step in step with Beau. "They're all staring at you" she whispered to him, absentmindedly grasping onto his arm in more then just the linkage. He couldn't help but smirk. "Actually, both of us" She gulped, but took notice that they were almost at the door. That is, until the hired photographer stopped them. "Excuse me, but can you just turn this way a little" he was already directing them, accounting in for the lighting and positions. "Oh, perfect. Just smile!" he exclaimed. Sally's lips curved slightly, but she didn't grin. Beau just looked dully at the redheaded man who was bent over, his eyes transfixed through the lens on the camera. FLASH! The man seemed satisfied. "Perfect. You two look stunning together. Are you a couple?" He didn't end it there. "A kiss-shot would be great!" Beau raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. Sally, not so much. Her eyes widened exponentially, and her knees felt like pudding, slowly slipping from her body's control. Feeling the weight of his partner change, he briskly answered "No", and wrapped his other arm around her, lifting her up against him and heading towards the door. She shook a little, hardly noticeable, but then calmed down and weakly moved her feet to walk. Rachel and Mario, plus the others, were already in their limo's, and the doves were flying freely now. They had missed the release of the beautiful white birds. 'Stupid photographer..' All the other people were gathered around, discussing how to get to the after-party, which was behind held at the prestigious Casino Country Club that Tammy and Andrew had belonged to. Sally and Beau made their way to their limo, quietly and mostly without acknowledgement. Beau released Sally, guiding her through the door, and then hopped in himself. The driver closed the door, and then two minutes later they were driving away. Of course, each partnership of the bridesmaid and groomsmen got their own limousine. It was all Tammy's doing, all for publicity. Mario was a known face in Sydney because of his family name, and his relationship with Rachel was miraculously clean. The two were never photographed in comprising states, fighting, yelling, or crying. No gossip surrounded the two – but they were reffered to as the "Sydney's perfect couple". Naturally, Rachel grew popular, and her extravagant fashion taste and remarkable beauty put a plus. It was well known that she, and Mario, interacted with Tammy. It was also well know that Tammy loved to spark up publicity. Her main publicist, and good friend Shelby, had come up with the idea to supersize the party. Excessive limos and an expensive after-party… a great way to get some more attention. Sally was unfamiliar to it, though. She had, for the most part, been out of the gossiper's interest. So she leaned back on the comfy interior leather, and closed her eyes. Beau mimicked her position, making sure his legs didn't interfere with the position of hers. Sally hardly noticed the car drive off, as she slipped into her mind, enjoying the peace, quiet, serenity. She didn't think her tranquil stated would consume her over the twenty minute car ride, but indeed – she fell asleep. She felt no motion, indicating that they had stopped, but still her eyes were shut and not registering the idea to wake up. She faintly heard someone say her name, and then a hand on her bare shoulder. Instinctively her eyes snapped open, and she recoiled slightly. "Relax" Beau whispered, and she did. He released his two fingers from shoulder, and moved his body over to the side. She nodded, understanding it was his silent "Ladies First" gesture. After getting out, she fingered one of the loose strands in her hair, making sure it was still curled, and dusted off her dress. She turned towards Beau, and waited for him. "Oh, your flower" she pointed out, directing her gaze towards the silver rose in his chest pocket, that was hanging limply to the side. He stopped in front of her, glanced down at it, and then looked back at her. "Do you really think I know how to fix it?" For the first time since he'd been back, of which the two were alone, she genuinely smiled in front of him. All though he could tell his, the scowl still stayed on his face. She took the small step towards him, and reached her hands out to the flower. "Haven't you ever worn a tux before?" she asked, fishing for the pin in the pocket. "Yes" She briefly looked up at him, making it clear there was more he could say. "The maids always do this part. I suppose they do it better then Jordan does" he finished. She found the pin, and started putting it back in place. "This is why you bring a date" she told him, squinting her eyes in concentration, trying to get the pin to snap together. "I have to stay with you for more then half of the night, anyway" For the first time taking a look around. Before she could reply to his remark, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Paparazzi – incoming" She sighed, finished up with the flower, patted it once for a quick check, and took a step back. He held his arm out, and she put hers through it. "Looks like they are making a big deal out of the wedding" she mumbled. "Hn." She knew that was his agreement. They walked toards the grand doors, climbing up steps before it. One of the photographers, a young and bold one, hopped in front of them. FLASH! It was temporarily blinding, and took them a few seconds of blinking to see again. "Beau, Sally. Are you two dating?" One, he actually addressed them by their first names. An Inner Sally huffed, remarking how impolite it was. Two, dating! Sally's knees started feeling wobbly again. So, again, Beau wrapped an around her. FLASH! "No" Beau answered curtly, and then led him and Sally through the opened door. As soon as they stepped inside, one servant closed the door, and another greeted them. "Master, Madame please, follow me" the balding man, with a neat mustache, said politely. 'That's a better greeting..' He opened the large doors to the grand ballroom, and side-stepped for the now unlatched partners to walk through. Beau slipped him a five, always being one to tip (generously) no matter the case, and the two walked in. Harry, already without his black jacket, his tie loosened, and the white sleeves rolled to the elbows, ran over to them. "Yo! Sally, the girls are all getting ready in the bridesmaid room. It's just down the hallway" he pointed, and reached for Sally's purse. She gave it to him, along with her shimmering shawl, and then headed down for the hallway, with a silent "Thanks". The walls were decorated a fire truck red, and Sally knew Rachel must of loved it. Anything horribly simple, like Rachel and Mario's apartment, or clashingly creative, like Tammy's house, appealed to her. And this was a dreadful mix of both. After a little while, she could her mom's voice, and followed it into the room. Rachel lay on a coach, her white dress practically enveloping around her. Karen and Lisa were in front of a full length mirror, studying their dresses and hair. Karen and Andrew were both good friends with Jordan, Mario, and Rachel. All since their elementary school days. Karen was easily Rachel's best friend, but it had been a complicated relationship to share with her two boy buds. While in childhood, Rachel had been with Jordan and Mario the more. Both always teased her over her French-Canadian ways, and naturally burgundy hair, but they had always been there for her. But growing up, becoming a teenager, she had met a boy named Luke. The two dated for awhile, and she became good friend's with his twin sister – Lisa. When Rachel and Luke separated, a mutal agreement they believed for the better, her and Lisa still stayed close. During this time, her and Karen also grew almost inseparable. But slowly she had returned to Jordan and Mario, and over time, fell in love Mario. Years later, she was at the after-party of her wedding to him – right now. "Tammy! Let's try that pin idea," Lisa called, clipping up her long red hair. Tammy walked away from the mini-bar, some wine in hand, and looked thoughtful. "Sally, do you think that'd look good?" Lisa asked, playing with the bottom of Karen's dress. "Yeah it would. Let me get the pins" she replied. Behind the mini-bar were a set of random necessities, and a little set of safety pins was included in the assortment. She grabbed them, and took a handful out, walking back over to the mirror. "Here, let's just flip it under.." she mumbled, getting down her knees. Together with Lisa, they folded the bottom of Karen's dress, tucking it under and pinning it together. The end product was a less formal dress, reaching right at the knees. Rachel looked over from her spot on the couch, and smiled. "Looks cute! But take those godforsaken heels off! I brought the silver flip flops, they're in the bag by the bar" she called out. Tammy nodded, and went over to get them. Meanwhile, they worked on Lisa's dress. After that, they did Tammy's, who then made Rachel get up. Lisa worked at Sally's dress, while Tammy helped Rachel turn the wedding dress into it's transformed piece. With the veil off, the trail gone, and some of the fluffy white pieces removed, it was much more easier to move in. Lisa finished Sally's dress, cutting it off a few inches above the knee. Immediately, Sally protested. "All of yours are inches longer!" Rachel rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, you're younger. Beautiful. And have some seriously sexy legs. You can not hide those!" Karen told her, watching from aside. "Ugh, mom!" Sally whined, realizing Tammy, her mother, was agreeing! "Oh just shut up! You look beautiful. Trust me, we'd do it too if we were your age!" Tammy told her dismissively. Sally scowled. Her mother might have been older then most, but her looks made her look late-twenties. She was the spitting image of "big, blonde, and beautiful". Tammy could easily be a model for her own company. A round of applause for the expensive European health products. "You're all just drunk" Sally mumbled, indignantly. Tammy huffed. "Well, when am I not?" she pointed out. Sally couldn't help but smile to that.
Ten minutes later, a photographer, the same one from back at the church, came to take a few shots. After that, they headed to the groomsmen's room. Sally saw her silver purse alongside the wall with a few others, and ran over to it. She dug inside, until she pulled out her red digital camera. Harry knew the drill. Still with his shirt cuffed at the elbow, as was all the men's now, he joined her. "You know, we did hire a photographer," Mario pointed out. Sally rolled her eyes. "I'm not putting those up on myface (made up website)" she said easily. "Aa. Of course" Mario nodded, smiling. Sally turned the camera, and brought in the air, the lens pointed toward them. Both smiled like idiots, and she pressed the snap button. FLASH! She brought it down, and looked at it. Harry peered over her shoulder. "Oh, a boob shot" he teased. "I'll edit it out later, she replied nonchalantly, knowing the little black X would work. Harry then looked over to Beay. "Yo! Emo kid, come here" he called. No movement. Harry narrowed his eyes, and Sally looked over towards Beau, uncertain but welcoming – hopeful. "Oh, go be a kid!" Mario insisted, pushing him towards his friends. Beau rolled his eyes, but walked over to them. He stood on Sally's other side, her right, while Harry took the left, and also the camera. He directed the camera up and towards them, and grinned. FLASH! Sally took it from him, and switched it to "view". She looked at the picture before her, and smiled. Sally looked caught off guard, an innocent look on his face. She was smiling sweetly, and the light had caught in her emerald eyes. Harry had a boisterous grin, and his nose freckles stood out. "I like it" Only Beau and Harry heard her, since another servant had walked in unbeknownst to her, and made an announcement at the same time as she had spoke. "It's time to enter the ballroom" Rachel nodded, smiling like tomorrow. Harry and Lisa took the front, followed by Jordan-Tammy, Andrew-Karen, Beau-Sally, and then Mario-Rachel. They traveled down the obnoxious red hallway, but instead of entering the ballroom from the little hallway, they went around to use the main entrance. Once they were ready, the grand doors opened, and they were announced by the DJ. Linked with Beau, once again, Sally couldn't help but realize how many people were in the room. It was simply outrageous. She recognized distant family members, close friends, people she met only once, rivals of Tammy and Andrew, friends from school, important townsmen and their wives, little children she might of seen at a park once before, business friends, popular figures showing up just for publicity.. Sally shook her head in disbelief, but unsuprise. They followed Andrew and Karen to their table, and Beau respectively pulled the chair out for her. She sat down, folding her dress down beneath her, and then he pushed the chair back in before a seat next to her. They turned towards the main doors again, and watched as the newly weds walked in. Clapping, like everyone else in the room, Sally smiled with tears in her eyes as she watched her practical sister smile ear to her, full of pure happiness. And Mario? Happy just wasn't enough to describe it. Sorry it's so boring, but I'd rather make it slower then rush . It picks up soon, I promise! But this chapter does have significance of an upcoming event. Bare with me! I don't think I can write more descriptive words, takes so long Sorry