A/N: I love the last scene of 'Moons Over Seattle' but had ideas on how a traditional wedding for Niles and Daphne would play out. This is also my first time writing in first person. Most of it will be Daphne's POV but with some insight from other characters as well.

Well, this is the last RSVP," I told Eddie.

It was an unusually rainy day, even for Seattle. Eddie and I were sitting on opposite sides at Frasier's dining room table, and he was watching me sort through the mail. I had pulled a cream-colored envelope, one of the preaddressed ones Niles and I had sent with the wedding invitations. It was from Mum's friend, Sharon, who had given me and Donny an expensive fondue pot (which Simon ended up breaking, of course). This time, she had very boldly checked the space reading not attending.

"It's going to be a much smaller attendance this time," I said.

Eddie cocked his head and barked as if he could understand me. Perhaps he could. Grammy Moon had always told me animals understood more than humans wanted to admit. She was convinced that animals could be psychic, too.

"I know, boy," I confided. "They probably think I'll change me mind again."

Eddie wagged his tail and whimpered. I smiled at the faithful terrier. He never said much, but he always listened.

"Exactly. It's different this time, but I don't think many people believe it. Especially Mum—though she wouldn't be heartbroken if I did change my mind. She just doesn't understand…"

"Having a good conversation?"

Eddie and I turned and saw Frasier. He was looking at us with an expression between amusement and mild disdain.

"He's a good listener," I said, without any intention of being funny.

Frasier shook his head tolerantly and diverged into another subject.

"Is the laundry done yet? I wanted to wear my green linen shirt and my new date will be here in less than an hour."

"New date? What happened to Anita?" I couldn't help asking.

Perhaps I was being too nosy, but it really did amaze me how fast my boss (and future brother-in-law) went through dates. I'd lost track of his girlfriends' names long ago. Frasier answered my question quite willingly, however. I had a vague feeling he was looking for sympathy, but it was hard to know what to say to him when he went through women so fast.

"She said I was 'too suffocating'. Can you believe it?"

"Maybe this one will be different," I said noncommittally.

I was evasive because I could 'believe it'. Frasier was a good psychiatrist, but he never took his own relationship advice. Of course, Niles hadn't had a great track record with relationships either, but at least—at the risk of sounding vain, as I had a part in it—he had come to his senses. Frasier? Not so much.

Frasier snorted indignantly at my reply.

"Roz said the same thing! Why is everyone so cynical about my love life?"

I decided this was best left unanswered. Instead, I laid the RSVP aside, snatched up the basket I'd left by my chair as a reminder, and made my way to the laundry room, nineteen floors down. Frasier had not yet budged on my request that he install a washer and dryer in his apartment.

As I descended to the basement, a memory was triggered…