Disclaimer: I don't own the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. All of the rights to the books belong to E. L. James. This book is just a work of my imagination. The only characters that I own are the ones that I have created, not the ones that are included in the original trilogy. Those characters belong to the author, E.L. James.

*Prologue*

Anastasia's P.O.V

Today is the best day of my life. I am marrying the love of my life, Christian Trevelyan Grey. He proposed to me a month ago and now I am walking down the aisle. Christian wanted to get married right away. But in the pit of my stomach, I have a feeling that something horrible is going to occur. I told Grace and my mother, Carla about my feelings, but they told me it was just wedding jitters. Unfortunately, as my time to walk down the aisle is coming closer this feeling is making my skin crawl. I am broken out of my thoughts by my little firecracker wedding planners also known as Mia Grey and Katherine Kavanagh.

"Oh My God, Steele! You're getting married today," she squealed putting her arm around my shoulder. I giggled at her excitement and nodded.

"You are going to be my sister-in-law. I am so excited! I don't have to live with annoying brothers for the rest of my life," Mia said.

"Yeah I'm excited. I'm marrying the best man I have ever met in my whole life. I'm so happy, girls," I replied. Tears of joy filling each of our eyes.

"Okay, no crying. If one of us start crying, then rest are going to follow. And we don't need puffy eyes on you're wedding day, Ana banana," Kate said, playfully, while wiping her eyes. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on out hotel room. Mia got up to go get it. Like a stampede, multiple pairs of feet walked into the suite. Good thing Christian pretty munch demanded that we get the largest suite in the Heathman Hotel. Before I can even blink, the suite is filled with nail technicians, hair stylists, makeup stylists, Grace, Carla, Jose and his assistant.

Franco steps out of the crowd and claps his hands together, animatedly. He grabs my pale, porcelain-like hands into his tan ones and pulls me off of the bed. He gives me air kisses on each cheek. "Ciao, Bella! I am going to lake you look bellisima! You're going to look like princess, yes?" he says in his Italian accent that I have grown to love.

"I hope so, Franco," I reply. And suddenly I was pulled into chair and my primping and pampering begins. One of the nail technicians puts my feet in a bowl of water and begins my pedicure. By the time their finished my toes are a soft pink color that accent my pale skin. The same color with my toes, but instead my fingernails have a slight glitter effect. Franco then starts on my hair. He takes out the rubber band that is holding my mahogany, thick waves in a ponytail. My hair falls like a veil around me. He put in up in a messy bun and examines me. He has his hand on his chin in a stroking position, with his a tip of a comb between his teeth. Suddenly a lightbulb goes off in his head. He takes out a blow dryer and hot rollers. He blows my hair as straight as he can get it. Then begins to put the rollers in.

When he is done, the makeup stylist that I have learned name is Mandy begins on my makeup. We discussed this the night before and agreed on a more natural look and just enhance the color of my blue eyes. She puts a slight pink blush on my cheeks to give my skin a little color. Next Mandy puts a glitter pink eyeshadow on my eyelids. She then starts to put a smokey eye to make my lapis lazuli eyes pop. Finally she's done. I go to look in the mirror, but is soon stopped by Mia Grey.

"Wait! Don't look in the mirror. I want it to be a surprise when you see the finished product," she explained over the sound of blow dryers. I sigh in frustration and open my eyes to look at Mia. Instead of my pale pink nails she has an alluring silver. With silver eyeshadow, the same with Kate. Mrs. Grey and my mother are getting their toes a classic french manicure and pedicure. Soon my nails are dried and Kate comes stalking over to me walking on her heels to not mess up her epicure. She jumps into the seat next to me and lays her head on my shoulder.

"You know I'm happy for you, right?" Kate says, quietly. Now I know something is wrong. First she never talks quietly unless something is wrong.

"Of course Katie Kat. I know you're happy for me. Why would you ask?" I question her, confused.

"I know that I am not the biggest fan of Christian and he isn't of me. But I don't want to lose you as a friend, but I also don't want you to think that I wasn't happy for you. You deserve happiness in life Ana and I don't want you to think that I will try to deprive you of it," Kate answers, choking up a bit.

"Kate you will always be my best friend. No matter what happens. You were here for me way before Christian and you will stay with me while I'm with Christian. I understand that you don't like Christian very much, but you at least attempt to be cordial towards him for me and I appreciate it. You will always be my best friend Katherine Elizabeth Kavanagh," I say with conviction.

"I love you, Ana Banana."

"I love you to Katie Kat."

"Bella Ana, come and let me finish your hair. It will look like a sunset over the mountain," Franco says, intertwining his fingers together.

"Okay, Franco," I turn to look at Kate, "are you okay now, Kavanagh?" I ask concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Go finish getting pampered, so you can look good for your hubby," Kate teased. I sighed in relief. My Kate was back.

Franco dragged me to the chair and took out all of the rollers. My curly hair dropped down piece by piece. He twisted them into one long piece of hair. Franco took the diamond comb piece with emeralds and put it in to keep everything together. I attempted to look up in the vanity to see what it looked like, but Franco quickly turned my chair around before I can get a glimpse.

"I apologize Ms. Ana, but Ms. Mia has instructed me not to let you look at your reflection until your dress is on."

"Speaking of the dress," Mrs. Grey says looking toward Mrs. Kavanagh who is holding my dress. She designed it for me as a wedding present and I have yet to see how it looks. I had fittings but my last fitting, Mrs. Kavanagh made alterations to the sleeves. I get up and walk toward her. She unzips the garment bag and I gasp. It's beautiful. The vintage white dress has a skin tight body and from the knee down it has a veil behind it. Instead of the lace sleeves, she cut them off and replaced it with a sleeveless shoulder length. Its chest is cut off with beads around it. I take off my silk robe and Mia, Kate, and Mrs. Kavanagh help me put it on. All the while Jose is taking photos of my beauty transformation. I put on my garter that Grace gave to me. She said that Christian's grandmother wore it on her wedding day. I asked her wouldn't she want to give it to Mia, but Christian's grandmother would want to be alive to see it be worn again.

Finally I put on my white stilettos with diamonds decorating the opening. Suddenly, my mom remembers something. She runs to her luggage and pulls out a beautiful vintage veil. She comes to me and attaches it the diamond comb, letting it fall over my face.

"When you were younger, you would always play with your grandmother's wedding veil. And before she died she told me to give it to you to wear on you're wedding day," my mom says tears welling in her eyes. I wanted to cry, but I know that Mia and Kate would kill me if I messed up my makeup.

"Thank you, mom," I said, giving her a hug. "So can I see how I look like now?"

Everyone nods excitedly and I walk over to the vanity and gasp. I look like a princess. The dress brings out my subtle curves, my makeup makes my blue eyes look like the Caribbean sea. The veil gives me a look of innocence. I look beautiful. My eyes well up in tears, but I choke them down. I snap my head towards everyone staring at me in anticipation. I run towards them and pull all of them into a group hug. We all giggle and compliment each other on how good the other looks. All the while I see flashes go off around us. I look to see Jose taking photos. I walk toward him and give him a tight hug. He seems surprised, but hugs me back anyway.

"Thank you, so much," I say and he nods in response.

"Okay, everyone. It is time to get in the car and see little ole Anastasia Steele get married!" Mia and Kate say in unison. They look at each other and burst out in giggles. Before we go, my phone begins to ring. I furrow my eyes in confusion. Who could be calling me now? My familiar ringtone fills my the air. Its Christian's ringtone. Everyone recognizes it and look at me in confusion.

I get my phone out of my bag and say, "Hello?"

"Ana, baby. Is that you?" Christian says over the receiver. He sounds scared and guilty.

"Yeah it's me, honey. What happened? Are you okay?" I ask concerned.

"I'm sorry baby. I am so sorry," he says. Christian sounds like he is going to cry.

"What are you sorry about? You're really scaring me, sweetheart," I say, trying to get him to tell me.

"Please don't hate me," he begs over the phone.

"Christian…"

"I can't do this. We can't get married," he says quickly. Before I can even respond he hangs up. I drop my phone in shock. What? No No, this can't be happening to me. I collapse on the floor and curl up in a ball. I feel different pairs of arms wrap themselves around me. I hear murmurs of concern conversing back and forth. Someone takes my phone and calls Christian, but he sends them to voicemail. Tears begin to stream down my face and my heart is tearing apart. I can't believe he would do this to me. What did I do to deserve this?

"Honey, what happened?" I hear someone ask me.

"H-he c-cancelled t-the w-wedding. He left me!" I sob into Kate's chest. I hear everyone gasp in shock. I feel Kate tense under me in anger, but I don't care. All I can feel is pain. I feel like I am in a pool of acid. The only man that I have ever loved, left me.

A/N. This is my first Fifty Shades of Grey fan fiction. I hope you guys like it. Please comment feedback and if I should or shouldn't continue with the story. Favorite and Follow. Thanks.

-Sky