A/N: The sequel is completed. I will add chapters as I get them typed out. Please bare with me and I will make sure to get them posted as fast as possible.

Once again I do not own the Loving Annabelle characters. They belong to Katherine Brooks. I only own the characters of my own invention. ENJOY!

Chapter 1 Pretty Please With Madonna On Top

The sun slowly rose that morning signaling the end of one life and the beginning of another. 22-year-old Annabelle Tillman awoke to the rays shining in her hotel room and yawned. In just ten short hours, she would be standing in front of all those people in that ugly tux waiting for the day to be over. She wondered why she had ever agreed to this in the first place, and reminded herself of what a good friend she was. She thought back to the day it happened and groaned.

"Be my best woman!" Sam pleaded on her hands and knees.

"You look like a retard! Get up!" Annabelle laughed trying to pull her friend up but Sam wouldn't budge.

"Not until you say yes." Sam pleaded again this time clasping her hands in front of her.

"Ugh! I don't want to!" Annabelle sighed deeply. She hated weddings with a passion.

"Aww come on! Please! Pretty please with Madonna on top?!" Sam pleaded again inching forward on her knees causing Annabelle to laugh again.

"Madonna, eh?! How can I ever pass that up?!" Annabelle finally consented and Sam hopped up off the floor.

Annabelle sighed and threw the blankets off of her and got out of bed. She walked towards the bathroom to take a shower before starting her day. Four years had passed since her sentence in purgatory had occurred. She had gone on to Oxford University to study music and would be graduating in a month. Four years was a long time to move on and heal. Annabelle had ended up getting back together with her ex-girlfriend, Kara, while at Oxford but the love she felt for Kara was not enough to match the love she had for Simone Bradley. In the end they had agreed it was better to remain friends and split up again. Even though Annabelle had Simone's phone number, she never called her. Sam had told her Simone got another teaching job offer after her newspaper article was published, which made Annabelle glad. She always felt guilty for what had happened, but never regretted it.

Annabelle stood in the shower letting the hot water cascade over her body and soothe her sore muscles. She had flown in from England the day before and was still feeling tired from the flight. Soon the hot water ran out and she had no choice but to get out of the shower. As she pulled on her robe, she could distantly hear her cell phone going off in the other room. Sighing loudly she rolled her long brown highlighted hair into one of the towels and went to find it. The noise was annoying and she knew the only way to silence it was to answer.

"Are you here yet?!" a voice on the other end demanded causing her to roll her eyes.

"No I'm standing here in a hotel room wrapped in a robe for the hell of it!" Annabelle sarcastically replied causing the caller to laugh.

"Yay! Hurry up and get your lazy ass over here! We got to rehearse!" the caller ordered happily laughing again.

"Listen you hyena, my ass is not last, it's just jet lagged!" Annabelle laughed as well switching the phone to her other ear.

"Ok, then get your jet lagged ass over here so we can rehearse! I got to go! See you soon!" the caller laughed one more time and hung up.

Annabelle shook her head and started toweling her hair dry. She had kept her highlights from her high school days because it was her first act of rebellion against her mother. After four years of not seeing her mother, Annabelle had gotten used to the fact she didn't have one. Her mother was still in the California State Senate, but Annabelle no longer associated herself with the woman.

The day she graduated from St. Theresa's School for Girls, she had completed the stipulation of her trust fund her father had left her. $5million dollars had immediately become available to her, but she didn't care about the money. She would give it all up to have him back with her again.

While living in England, she had gotten a job giving guitar lessons and used the money she earned to live off of. The $5 million had collected interest over the years she hadn't touched it and had almost doubled in her account by now. She was thankful for getting out from under her mother's thumb and thanks to Oxford University's generous full scholarship into their music program she was able to further distance herself from her mother.

Thinking about all of this made Annabelle hungry. She got up and dressed, then went to the restraunt in the hotel for breakfast. After eating a plate full of waffles, scrambled eggs, and bacon she paid her bill and exited the hotel to drive to the wedding rehearsal.

The minute she had landed from the airport the day before, she had taken a cab to a car dealership to purchase her dream car. She'd always wanted one, but her mother had refused her time and time again. Now she was behind the wheel of the long awaited vehicle. Annabelle adjusted the radio volume and shifted the gears of her cherry on top red Porsche. As she drove to the familiar house where the wedding was going to take place, a distant memory made her smile. Soon she was arriving at the Bayfront Beach Community with its row of spacious beach houses and pulled up in front of number 11.

She parked the car, got out, and walked to the door to ring the bell. It still looked the same as it did four years ago. Annabelle heard footsteps on the other side and braced herself for the attack she was about to get. The door opened, and an older Samantha Davis stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Finally!" Sam exclaimed pulling Annabelle in for a hug.

"It hasn't been that long, Sam! I saw you last week remember?! You were om the floor begging!" Annabelle teased her friend who laughed.

"Shut up!" Sam laughed again and closed the door behind her. Candace is in a right state. Nothing seems to be going right." Sam explained as they walked through the house to the beach in back.

"I only have one duty, here!" Annabelle reminded Sam who laughed again.

"Don't let Candace hear you say that, she might murder you!" Sam said as they walked down the beach where the others were waiting.

An arch had been built and stood on the beach with roses, lilacs, and geranium flowers wrapping around it. On each side of the aisle were fifty chairs side by side in rows of ten. Annabelle wondered just how many people were coming.

"Umm, exactly how many people are coming, Sam?!" Annabelle questioned scanning the seats.

"About 500 guests as far as I know. Why?" Sam replied turning to see the look of shock on Annabelle's face.

"500?!" Annabelle exclaimed in awe. "I have to stand up there in that god awful monkey suit in front of 500 people?!" Annabelle panicked causing Sam to laugh again.

"Sorry! Me and Jordan couldn't decide who we wanted to come so we invited everyone we knew." Sam shrugged sheepishly.

"Small and intimate my ass!" Annabelle scoffed spying the guest list on a table they were passing. She picked it up and scanned the names. Almost all of them she knew. Her eyes widened at one of the names, Simone Bradley.

"Wow." Annabelle whistled coming to a stop in mid step.

"What?" Sam asked looking at Annabelle's new expression of despair.

"She's gonna be here?" Annabelle asked slowly looking at the name again.

"Yeah. Candace invited her. She doesn't know you will be here though." Sam shrugged walking again.

"Wow." Annabelle repeated and fell silent.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Sam asked looking at her friend's anxious expression.

"I'll be fine. Promise." Annabelle sighed, took a cigarette out of her pack, and lit it up.

"I'm sorry, Annabelle." I honestly wasn't thinking when Candace told me she had invited her." Sam apologized stopping to look at Annabelle. The pain of lost love was still there.

"I said its fine. Don't let this ruin your day. Let's get this damn rehearsal over with so we can do more exciting stuff!" Annabelle shook her head at Sam and smiled.

"Alright! Come on!" Sam laughed and continued towards the arch.

Annabelle saw Candace and Jordan standing there deep in conversation. As they got closer she realized they were discussing the processional march for the wedding. Annabelle saw a podium standing in back of the arch and frowned.

"I think all the maids maids should walk down at the same time and the best women should come behind them with Sam and I coming last." Jordan was saying not realizing Annabelle was there.

"Best women?! There are two now?!" Annabelle demanded looking furiously at Sam.

"Yeah. I have one and Jordan has one." Sam replied looking at Annabelle sheepishly.

"Oh." Annabelle realized and got quiet.

"So what do you think of the set up?" Jordan asked standing next to Sam and putting her arm around her.

"It looks good to me. Let's just hope the laughing hyena doesn't forget her vows." Annabelle laughed and nudged Sam playfully.

"Oh really funny!" Sam replied sarcastically mock laughing.

"You'll be fine sweetie." Jordan assured her as she laughed too.

"Let's get this over with!" Annabelle said again and took her place at the front of the arch.

The rehearsal went smoothly for everyone and as soon as it was over Sam, Annabelle, and Jordan all got into Sam's Mercedes and went out for a night on the town.