I've decided to revamp the original story, add some more flavor. Still don't own the characters and all that jazz.

Enjoy..

The corded lace and delicate organza flowers meticulously placed from her covered torso down through the skirt sent shivers through her fingertips as she ran them down the sheath material. Staring at herself in the mirror, she brought her hands back up gliding them from the middle of her chest across the veiled lace to her short sleeved covered shoulders. Shifting to the right in the large three way mirror her eyes trailed the fake buttons that started at the base of her neck, trailing all the way down her back, over her bottom, and through the chapel train until the material came to a stop. The fake buttons that camouflaged the zipper which started just below her bottom and made its own way back up to the base of her neck. She wasn't too excited about the chapel train, but it made the dress and she could always bunch it up when it became too much to drag around.

Facing forward again, she brushed her bangs out of her eyes before tucking an errant curled piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose from the low bun resting at the base of her neck. Dropping her hands to her waist she let out a shaky breath. Today was the day. Her big day. Their big day. The day most women dreamed about their entire lives. Yet she almost felt guilty. This wasn't something she dreamed about her entire life. She dreamed about more than that. She dreamed about things she had already succeeded in, things she succeeded in and wanted to build off of. Make better. Help. Develop. Explore.

The small black box sitting alone on the end table caught her eye. Her mother's diamond earrings. Picking up the velvet box, her fingers ran across it delicately before opening it to reveal the small studs. Taking each one out one by one, she slid them in, securing them in the back. If she had dreamed anything for this day, wanted the most on this day, it would be for her mother to be there. To see her. To help her get ready. To do all the things mothers did to help their daughters on their wedding day.

An errant tear slid down her cheek which she immediately stopped with the back of her hand before her emotions fell out of control and ruined the makeup that had been applied. The last thing she needed was to go out looking like a mess because she had been crying before the ceremony even started.

Her bare feet slid across the wooden platform she stepped down from huffing out the deep breath she had sucked in as she dropped down on it heavily. Gathering the train, conscious of the possibility of wrinkles, she splayed the material out beside her before resting her elbows on her knees, propping her chin on her hands. She couldn't stop staring at herself in the mirror. As if she were a completely different person. Someone she didn't recognize. Only to have the knock at the door startle her.

"Sam?"

He looked handsome. She hadn't seen him dressed up like this in years. The tux, the flower pinned on, the whole works. Smiling tightly, she redirected her stare to his own eyes in his reflection.

"Dad."

"You look beautiful." Jacob kissed her temple softly as he sat next to her on the platform.

"Thank you." Facing him this time, she gave him a soft smile.

"What's goin' on up there?" He asked nodding at her, his eyes flickering to her forehead momentarily.

"I'm not sure." She sighed out heavily.

"Sam." His hand reached across the space between them to grip hers tightly.

"I just-this-all of it. I don't know." Staring down at their hands, she squeezed his just as tightly if not more.

"Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"It doesn't seem right." She had no idea how to tell him, or anyone for that matter. Usually she was one for words, one for long scientific explanations, losing everyone with her verbiage. "Am I making the right choice?"

"If this isn't something you want to do, don't."

"Dad!" Eyebrows raised, she leaned back out of shock from his comment.

"Are you happy?"

"What? Of course I am!" His own raised eyebrow and suddenly tight lips as he frowned at her had her continuing. "I am happy. I just…" And then her voice trailed off. No matter how many times she said it out loud, was she? Was she really happy? Actually happy?

But Jacob didn't have to say a word. She already knew. Already knew she wasn't making the right choice. At least not the choice she wanted. She was taking the safe bet. Not following her dreams. Her heart. Squeezing his hand one last time she let out a half chuckled sob, closing her eyes tightly as she shook her head.

"You still have fifteen minutes and I'm going to support any choice you make." His voice was soft, reassuring in her ear. He kissed her temple one last time, his lips lingering a few seconds longer before he climbed to his feet and walked out.

She felt her heart shattering right then and there. What had she done? What had she committed to? Why? And why hadn't anyone said anything before this point? Pointed out her mistake. Her wrongly made choice. Brushing the silent tears that slipped down her cheeks away, she climbed to her feet, straightening out the dress before she made her way to the door her father had just exited out of with the train over her arm.

Slowly opening the door as her fingers gripped the cold metal handle, she had someone to find.

Managing to avoid most guests and their small wedding party that consisted of two people, her brother and sister-in-law, she found herself running into mostly children that were running rampant waiting for the ceremony to start. But she couldn't find him. Seven minutes had passed and he was still missing.

Finding herself in a secluded part of the church, an ending if you would. She was giving up. Where was he? Why couldn't she find him? Letting out a heavy sigh of defeat, she turned to head back to her dressing room. But the giggling had her freezing mid step. The additional deep voice she could hear the echo of had hear heart racing, her stomach rising to her throat. She couldn't make out the words, but she knew that voice.

Following the noise, she found herself rounding one last corner, to a short dead end of a hall. Words were lost on her tongue as all breath escaped her.

His hands were tight against the woman's bottom, their hips flush against each other. His jaw and throat red from her lipstick as his own mouth was buried in her neck. Her thin fingers had his vest and button up undone, running across his bare chest. Clearing her throat just barely, the pair flew apart.

"Sam!" He scrubbed a hand over his face roughly, wiping the unseen lipstick off his mouth, knowing full well it transferred off on him. The woman on the other hand adjusted the skirt of her tight knee length dress that was currently higher than it should have been, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"Goodbye Pete." Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she tossed it to the ground. Turning on her heel, she threw open the emergency exit conveniently next to her rushing straight out into the pouring rain.