Sam stared in the mirror, looking over her appearance, examining herself endlessly. Her white dress flowed down to the ground, and when she lifted her fitted wear slightly, you could see the glistening silver Jimmy Choo's on her small feet. Looking back up, she cast her gaze to her face. Carly had done her makeup; something simple, but at the same time elegant. As she parted her mouth slightly, she noticed just how perfectly the red lip gloss was surfaced on her lips. Her hair was curled its usual fashion and fell around her beautiful features. She felt like a princess; Cinderella to be precise. She knew she looked girly, but this was her wedding day. That could be an exception, right?

Breathing in slowly, her mind wandered to the guy she was about to marry. Blaze was a nice guy—certainly not the type she thought she'd end up with. He was the complete opposite of her. He was nice, respectful, and caring. She didn't know what she did to end up with him or how he could even tolerate her.

It wasn't until then that she began doubting her love for him, in fear that the feelings she had recently gained for someone else would become too overwhelming. Something her dad told her before he died: If you love two men, choose the second. You wouldn't have started loving the second if you had really loved the first.

But she didn't listen to her dad...and sometimes she's even convinced she didn't listen to herself either. Her mind was with Blaze, but her heart…her heart was with—

"You look exquisite," a voice spoke from behind her, causing her to spin around, startled.

"Benson…what are you doing in here? And where's Carly?"

"Carly told me to tell you Spencer was on his way up to walk you down the aisle...and that she'd be waiting at the altar for you," he said, his eyes tracing over her. "And…she wanted me to give you this."

He handed Sam her bouquet and smiled at her, though it was clear his smile didn't reach his eyes. She took it gratefully.

"Blaze is a lucky guy," he said, hugging her. "Congratulations."

When they pulled apart, she punched him in the arm, lightly. "Thanks, Nub."

The door parted slightly and Spencer's head popped in. "Ready to be walked down the aisle, Mrs. Soon-to-be Connors?"

Sam looked to Freddie and then back to Spencer and tried her best to seem happy. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

X

Clink, clink, clink. Carly's spoon bounced off of her wine glass, and resonated throughout the reception hall.

"I'd like to make a toast," Carly started, looking at the blonde next to her. "To Sam and Blaze."

Everyone stopped talking amongst themselves, and looked up to Carly, waiting to hear her possibly pre-written speech. Once every eye was locked on Carly, she sat down her spoon, but kept her glass raised high and kept a smile on her face. Who could tell if it was genuine or not?

"Where do I start? Sam and I are best friends. Ever since we were eight, when she greeted me by stealing half my tuna fish sandwich, I knew that in some peculiar, estranged way, we'd play off of each other…and look at us now...I was right. I kept her out of trouble, and she kept me from being too much of a good girl…she taught me to live a little. She does the same thing with her husband. They're complete opposites and yet like magnets, they gravitate towards each other, never wanting to repel. I just know that she and Freddie will—"

Sam's head snatched up to Carly, her eyes widening, and she gulped. Everyone looked at Freddie, whose face by now was red and ripe. He awkwardly tried his best to shift away from Sam. Carly held her mouth open, searching for the right words to say. What could ever do justice to apologize for what she just said?

"I—I—" she looked at Sam, giving her an apologetic look.

"It was an honest mistake," Sam said, standing up. "Now if everyone would get back to eating…"

Everyone turned away, talking amongst themselves again, no doubt about what Carly had just said in her almost perfect speech. Blaze reached over and grabbed Sam's hand, feeling a little uncomfortable too.

Carly looked around to everyone at the table—Sam, Freddie, Blaze, Blaze's parents, and Spencer—before playing with her food, twisting the meat pasta around her fork.

X

"Hey," it was Freddie's turn to be startled, turning around to face his best friend, and the newlywed, Sam.

"What're you doing out here?" He asked, noticing her shivering shoulders.

She smirked. "This is my wedding venue."

"Right, well, um, isn't Blaze waiting for you inside?"

Sam shook her head. "Dude, you're my best friend…and so is Carly. You guys come before anyone else."

He smiled softly at this. "I really did mean it."

She shrugged, sitting on the nearby bench. "Mean what?"

"Blaze is an extremely lucky guy to be marrying someone like you…"

She didn't respond. How was one expected to respond to something like that, anyway? Her life right now, was so confusing. She bit the inside of her lip as she regretted today's past events. If Freddie really loved her, wouldn't he have objected the marriage when the reverend said 'speak now or forever hold your peace'? If he loved her like she loved him, what would be of her and Blaze then? If someone asked her if she loved Blaze, she'd surely answer yes.

The question, though—was it stronger than whatever she felt for Freddie? Her best friend? The guy she constantly teased throughout high school? Well, even she wished she had an answer to her question.

AN-I'm new here on ! Yes, if anyone wanted to know, this is a multi-chapter! So, please review! I don't know how good of a writer I am yet, and I think that if you guys review, I'd only get better! Thanks!

-Meg xx