New fic going to not be epic grand scale, but pays homage to its show. :) After college, it's life and now knots to tie, but since it's Kim Possible, there is no such thing as perfection or things going according to plan.

A little language and suggestion here and there, but besides that, there's very little mature content.

Nothing is mine, and sometimes I wonder why this is always worth repeating when it's obvious who KP belongs to. XD

Chapter One

The Invite Ill-Luck

When you're a little girl, you look at brides and dream of yourself one day being in those shoes. It was sheer magical beauty, the joining of your life to another with no thought to the difficulties and wrong paths that it took to get to that point. Then, you grow up and realize that reality is nothing like a fairy tale, but a small part of you still wants the dream, so that you don't look back and wonder why you never gave yourself the opportunity.

Also, not every guy was a handsome prince riding on his horse to take you away; you had to fight your way through life, learn to take care of yourself and others, and there was no such thing as the perfect guy. She knew that because she had experiences.

The first to come was Walter Nelson in preteen years, and that was an embarrassing kiss that resulted in locking of their braces, and Ron's mom driving them to the orthodontist.

Second was Josh Mankey. They worked for awhile before they simply grew apart; they had different ideas for a relationship, and she had too much on her plate for what he thought a teenage romance was all about. He eventually got together with Tara, one of her closest friends and a fellow cheerleader. They even managed to remain friends after the breakup, Josh and Tara.

Then there was Lord Monty Fiske, a renowned archaeologist whose work she admired and who she had a crush on, before she discovered his treachery and lust for power. He became one of her greatest enemies ever, but not as much as he was Ron's.

Eric was next - but he was a bigger fake than the others. Drakken created him to use against her...but it also brought her to the one who'd been waiting for her the entire time when neither of them realized it: Ron Stoppable, her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart.

Now, with both of them twenty-five years old, he was going to be her husband.

His proposal at Christmas was very clumsy and awkward, which was probably understandable with her dad watching him like a hawk. Even though he'd known Ron a long time, even though Ron had gone up against world-threatening criminals, the rocket scientist still scared him. Still, he got it out with the ring he'd saved up for since graduating college. It was the most beautiful, sweetest thing she'd ever seen. It was a fresh, pale green amethyst, rarer than its purple cousin, trillion-cut and placed on a golden band engraved like a tree branch - like nature - as if he was giving her the world in a very small way.

"HOOSHA!" the tweebs shouted when it was all over and the ring was in its proper place on her finger, before they went outside with Rufus to set off their newest rocket which exploded and somehow formed a giant Christmas tree in the sky.

Anne and Nana were in tears when they took her into their arms. And her dad went from stern patriarch to goofy father over his little girl - and it was no surprise to anyone when he turned to inform Ron he was happy to have him in the family.

The cathedral was the perfect setting for their big day; it would be in the spring of the following year. It was a lot to save up for, but all the hard work was paying off. She and Ron had great jobs: he was a football player who worked as a chef and high school coach in the off-season. She was offered a position in Global Justice, but it was mostly desk work at home, as a consultant. Kim Possible felt it was time to settle down, and maybe train young people to do what she used to. The torch had to be passed on someday.

After the ceremony would be the reception at the Middleton Lodge's banquet hall, followed by her and Ron going off on a two-week cruise. Wade had done so much for them that they had planned it themselves, allowing him to attend and enjoy the ceremony without having to pull strings for them, once again.

Trying on wedding dresses was everything she dreamed it would be. Ballgown, A-line, mermaid, tea length and short - you name it.

One of the first dresses she remembered trying on was something Nana loved, but it made her feel too matronly. It hugged her body in the right places; the sleeves were long to the wrists, the neckline too modest, but it was made of lace which was what she wanted.

Another was something her mom adored very much, being modern and traditional at the same time: simple but glamorous Mikado fabric with a distinctive, sharp sweetheart neck, the left hip accented with 3D petals, and the skirt billowing. Except while it was beautiful, it was too big and bulky for her.

This final hit the jackpot.

The beaded lace silhouette was sheathed, free-flowing at the train and fitted on her upper body. The neckline was plunging a little, the wide straps an illusion, and the short train was covered with a longer tulle one accented with lace motifs to match the rest of the dress. This thing...this dream in fabric...took her breath away.

"Kimmy, is this your dress?" Anne asked her daughter, passing tissues to Nana, who was maybe crying more. Monique was present and just about sniffled.

If she said yes once, she said it a thousand times.

But little did she know an extra set of eyes - the real pair - behind the face of the consultant Laura were recording the appearance of this dress and Kim's every cherished moment, inwardly smirking as she could imagine the devastation when the fantasy in the making would be shattered like precious china.

~o~

She idly wondered if Daddy Dearest would be happy to see her now. After all, it was his fault. He made a grave mistake letting her go all those years ago, cutting her off from her birthright.

The old coot was dead now, which should have meant that the inheritance was HERS. Unfortunately, he had written his will to take the money that should have gone to her away. Sure, she could have hired a lawyer and contested it, but she was savvy enough to know that the old man would have foreseen such an attempt. Oh, she would probably get a fraction of the fortune...but the lawyers would wind up with it. The money was now elsewhere, and that alone made her furious.

Then, during her last stint in prison, she heard the news: the homely, redheaded tart who had caused her downfall was getting married. She remembered that day, watching the television in her cell. She had been confined in high-tech isolation for six years, since she was "far too crafty, and her ability made escape all too easy". She hated the guards and wardens who had made those claims and put her into this dump. If she could, she would have knocked them all out in a split second and vanished, a small speck in the big world.

Still, her sentence had finally been served. Oh, it wasn't over yet. She would be on probation for her foreseeable future. However, the electrical fields and all-seeing hidden cameras no longer surrounded her, so she could make use of her talents. It wasn't that hard; as she explained to the parole officer, using her talent wasn't all that different than using cosmetics. Everyone remembered the disgraced heiress with scorn, making it difficult to secure employment and become a productive member of society. The old fool, even more clueless than her unmourned father, ate it up. She had permission to use her talent, and use it she did.

It still hadn't been easy. Okay, the job was easy enough; she had always been a fan of fashion and elegance, so she was able to secure a spot at Middleton's finest boutique, knowing that it was only going to be a matter of time before SHE came in. The rest of the plan didn't work out so well. She had never associated much with the violent criminals, but she knew most of them by reputation. Her skill allowed her to meet with them, but everyone she knew was tired of fighting a certain redheaded wench. Her revenge was going to have to be hers alone to create.

And now she watched with a fake smile planted on her equally fake face. She did her honest best to help the damned wench pull off the look, thinking it similar to a condemned man getting his last request. Oh, the bitch would look good for her special day. Of course, it would be the last happy day of her life. How to go about it? There was almost a year before the big event, with plenty of time to plan and consider. What would hurt the most, the longest. "Laura" smiled even wider, amused by the thought of the four women in the store who thought she was contemplating a job well done.

First she really looked like a matron, which her grandmother proclaimed. Next was something Camille would have pulled off herself. Lastly? Kimberly had the best the known designer Maggie Sottero had to offer. At least she shared one favorite that Camille would have had if her life had been different.

The possibilities were endless.

~o~

When she heard Camille Leon made parole, this bothered her, but what could she do about it? The woman was free to walk, and everyone else in prison she'd put in - with Drakken and Shego going straight, the Seniors retiring and living well with Bonnie engaged to Junior - were tired of fighting her. She was glad these supervillains were learning their lessons.

Kim considered asking Wade to keep an eye on Leon, to see if she would try anything funny, but then she second guessed and decided that it was best to leave things be. Life goes on.

Thinking about herself without any problems was what she wanted after years of hard work. She and her family were putting all the effort into this that almost a year later, the work was going to pay off after saving into it. What she left to Ron was none other than their wedding cake as well as the catering itself.

The end result of the cake was phenomenal. On the outside, it was pure white with these dimensional, ruffled flower petals down the front. Originally, their choice was white with glitzy rhinestones around the end of each tier, finished with a forest green satin ribbon tied with a cluster of gems; topping it all was a sparkling green "S" for Stoppable. But Kim thought it was eventually too fancy, and the final choice was a statement in its simplicity.

The taste was just as important as its appearance: ivory buttercream frosting as well as the sumptuous interior, with strawberry preserves. Rufus had a field day with all of his portions of the tasting!

Just as it was with the selection of the dinner menu and hors d'oeuvres. Which Rufus also had his day with and nearly consumed enough to make himself so fat he could barely move the rest of the tasting hour.

The food that would be served in cocktail hour consisted of watermelon wedges on sticks, bruschetta with tomatoes and basil, strawberries stuffed with cheesecake filling, miniature dishes of macaroni and cheese, and deviled quails eggs topped with caviar. They were going to make damned sure people were filled enough to be satisfied but still ready for the main entrees they would choose:

Herb-roasted beef tenderloins sliced and served with a creamy horseradish dish.

Lamb shanks with chianti glaze.

Finally, there was a grilled salmon with tomato broth.

"Booyah, this is going to be the best they've had!" her fiancé said with his never-ending toothy grin that she never got tired of. Kim had to laugh with him as they clicked their signature drink together that they shared in the end. It was a blood-orange mojito accented with mint leaves and had a flavor of honey at the base. That as well as the option of fruity red Sangria or sparkling white champagne.

"Thanks to all of this being created by your genius and your staff help, Mr. Chef," Kim told him, kissing the freckled face she'd known since she was five years old. "This is going to be the best meal ever."

"Aw, KP!"

~o~

Of course she would find the red-haired snatch food-tasting with her groom and that naked hairless rodent. Seeing the fine feast got her mouth watering for a dish she could steal if she wanted to - or at least, the recipe for herself. She didn't have anyone to cook for her anymore, given she had to learn on her own. Eventually, Camille found cooking at home was soothing to the nerves, except when there were too many cooks in the kitchen.

At home, she found she missed Debutante, wherever the feline was - unless she was dead now, because her mistress didn't find her in any of the pounds in Middleton. The thought broke her molten, shifting heart immensely. She considered getting another kitty, but no one could EVER replace her baby, so she settled on getting an aquarium of various tropical fish. And due to her limited funds now in the "honest way of life", she didn't go on her shopping sprees like she used to. But she did get a designer brand here and there, making sure it was thorough and would go anytime, anywhere.

She had her means to keep tabs on her engaged nemesis who had to be aware she was out of jail now, but didn't even dare to approach her. It was a big mistake, if Leon had to say so herself. It made things even easier for her to slither around. She remembered all the faces of the bitch's friends and loved ones, even foes. She could pose as them to get closer to the tiniest touches of the wedding, and then sneak in to get the money that went into those things.

Food fix down, what else was next?

~o~

She and Ron shared an apartment together in Middleton, and they were both home on Saturday, five weeks before the wedding day after almost a year of hectic planning and the need to have everything perfect. It was the biggest day of their lives, so of course it had to be.

But Kim Possible knew there was no such thing as everything going the way you wanted it to. Yet she tried so hard to not think about what could go wrong...and it happened on this day.

Anne came by with the invitations that she offered to pay for, because James was busy on a brand new project, and the tweebs were off doing whatever they did best. At least they weren't off causing mayhem today. They'd done enough all their lives, but they were also still her brothers. She wasn't sure how life would be if she really meant she didn't want them in her life. Family always screwed around with each other.

Aunt June and cousin Larry were also going to be coming. As were Uncle Slim and cousin Joss. But Ron had no other relatives, not since a long time. And Hana was going to be the flower girl.

And on time, the invitations came. When they opened one example, it was the most gorgeous thing you'd ever see. The outside was a deep forest green, embossed with golden metallic swirls around the names of KP & RS, with a crystal the size of a beetle on the top and bottom of the frame for a subtle amount of sparkle. Opening it revealed a painted woodland scenery around the Corsiva text:

KIMBERLY ANN POSSIBLE

and

RONALD STOPPABLE

Ceremony at Middleton Cathedral: 12 PM

Cocktails at Middleton Lodge: 12:30 PM

Reception at Middleton Lodge: 1:30 PM

A lifetime of friendship and love withstood the test of time, and may continue as long as each other permits it. Forever may not exist, but that is entirely up to the happy couple.

It was the most magical experience ever. A relationship that started off as friends and then passed the sands of time...

...but then it was ruined when Kim let it come over her as soon as the crystals fell off from their place on the heavy green envelops over the actual invites. "Mom!"

"Kimmy," Anne chided gently, "it's probably just this one."

But Rufus was already rummaging through the next and brought a few over for all of them to take off the wrapping paper. And just as the bride herself thought, these crystals were literally falling off the covers. Why the hell was this happening? Immediately, a migraine was forming from all of this. The wedding was in five more weeks, and she did NOT need this shit weeks away.

Ron put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it to try and calm her down "Hey, babe, don't worry. It's nothing we can't fix. I kinda had a feeling something like this would happen sooner or later - but we got over a month left!" he exclaimed, looking over at Anne, making the bride angrier because there was a lack of ideas on how to fix this. There were thirty-odd invitations, including family, friends, and even coworkers on both their sides and their parents'.

"Ron," she growled, "you're not helping at all."

Her mom had to firmly scold her. "Kimmy, it's just crystals coming off. We got super glue. We can have this all done before the day ends and sent off," she said cheerily. But while the bride agreed, she was still so frustrated and could use a good drink right now.

Kim burst into more tears, and the consolations of her mother and fiancé as well as Rufus did little to mend the stress she was starting to feel more than ever, a month and a half before the big day.

Maggie Sottero is a real wedding gown designer, and she is one of my personal favorites for any wedding within my fics. :D

I'm worried I made Kim a bit of a spoiled brat in here, and she's a grown woman, for crying out loud. But brides know what they want, and they need to have everything in its place. Kim cannot be an exception. Something always goes wrong whether they wanted it to or not. :( Invitations can be among them.

What else could happen - and was there malicious intent behind what happened to the invites? :S

Reviews appreciated in good old detail. :D