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Author's Note: Hi everyone! I know this week I was supposed to update If You Ever Did Believe but I'm waiting for a few of the readers to read the newest chapters take your time if you're one of them! I also have a lot of writing to catch up on for that story since the past few weeks I've been focused on this story. This story was written for the 2018 Zenmasters Anthology on tumble. Was supposed to be a oneshot but turned into a *short* multichapter story. Thanks for stopping by to read, hope you like, please review if you can, and as always, please, Enjoy!

"Oh Jackie, honey, you look so beautiful," Kitty Forman gushed.

Jackie smiled faintly, looking at herself in the mirror. She really did look like a princess out of a fairytale, and all her friends—even Mr. Forman—were standing around her smiling at the lovely vision of her in her wedding dress. It was everything she had ever imagined this moment being, and yet, something didn't feel right.

"You know as pretty as you look right now, I bet you'd twice as pretty if you smiled," the older woman said, her tone sounding more like a song towards the end of her words. She gave Jackie's shoulders a small squeeze that Jackie was sure must have been a form of encouragement. "Come on, sweetie, smile. It's your wedding day."

Turning away from her reflection and looking over her right shoulder Jackie looked at Mrs. Forman and gave her a very forced, almost painful looking smile.

"Think she looked a lot better without the smile," quipped the other blonde in the room.

A sharp glared was immediately sent the woman's way. "Laurie!"

The now bored looking blonde, didn't seem to have a care or regret about her words or what was going on around her. Watching her examine her freshly manicured nails, Jackie tried to remember why she had asked the former boyfriend stealer to be one of her bridesmaids.

"Jackie, honey," the soft voice of Mrs. Forman pulled Jackie from her thought before she could recall an answer. "What's wrong?"

Staring at Mrs. Forman and seeing the love and concern in her eyes, Jackie felt her bottom lip quiver. As much as she loved Mrs. Forman, why couldn't it be her own mother standing beside her on her wedding day, sensing and asking what was wrong? Jackie tried to keep herself together, gazing around the room around them but that only seemed to make things worse. Her lower lip went from quivering to full on shaking before she suddenly burst into tears.

"Everything!" she cried, startling those in the room with her.

"Oh crap," Jackie heard Mr. Forman say. "That's it I'm going somewhere where it's not so wet and weepy."

"Me too," Laurie declared, ready to follow her father out the door.

"Laurie, you can't go," Donna stepped into help; if Jackie weren't crying into the shoulder pad of Mrs. Forman's Mother of The Groom dress, she would have told Donna just to let the girl go. "You're one of Jackie's bridesmaids."

"Just because it has the word maid in it doesn't mean I have to clean up after her snotty, crying mess," Jackie practically heard the snarl Laurie must have been wearing, in her tone of voice.

Donna was having none of it, "Yes it does."

Raising her head up and off Mrs. Forman, Jackie noticed the wet she'd left on the blue material before catching sight of Donna physically dragging Laurie back to the front of the trifold mirror they stood in front of.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Forman," Jackie apologized between sniffles. When a tissue was offered to her by Donna she snatched it up. "It's just so many things for the wedding have gone wrong. It's a disaster! The florists sent three center pieces that don't match any of the other flowers, people who didn't RSVP are showing up, and seriously, who confuses white colored tablecloths with eggshell colored tablecloths?"

"Oh sweetie, those are just a few wedding mishaps. Every wedding has them," Kitty tried to assure, patting the top of Jackie's hand. "Why when Red and I got married, an hour before the ceremony our wedding rings went missing."

"Yeah, it happened at my wedding too." Laurie agreement with her mother caused Jackie to look at her with a suspicious gaze. "When Fez and I got married so he could stay in the country, we ran into one of my ex-boyfriends…" She paused as if remembering another important detail "Well, not so much boyfriend as ex-guy I used to sleep with. And we didn't so much run into him as he was the judge that married us."

If Jackie's stomach was churning, she could only imagine how Mrs. Forman's felt just based on the disturbed expression that had formed on her face after hearing Laurie's wedding tale.

"Donna, honey, why…why don't you say something now? Please," there was a slight plead in Mrs. Forman's voice.

"Actually," Donna said a bit nervously, after giving the request some thought. "Mine and Eric's wedding ran pretty smoothly last year. Of course, at the first one we planned he practically left me at the altar."

Jackie's hand flew to her hand as she recalled that heart wrenching memory her best friend had to live with. "Oh my God."

"Now you see, don't those things make your mixed-up flowers and different colored tablecloths seem just a little silly?"

"No!" the dark-haired bride screeched out. She knew Mrs. Forman was only trying to help but she had been a bride once too, she should know that you should never use the word silly around a bride, especially a panicked bride like herself. "All those things that all of you said could still happen to me!" she gasped, staring to lose control of her breathing. "Oh my God, what if Steven and I are cursed and all of those things happen before our ceremony?"

Donna took the lead this time, stepping closer to her shorter friend and putting an arm over her puffy sleeve covered shoulders. Usually having her best friend near her in moments of panic was exactly what Jackie wanted but at this particular moment Donna's arm was feeling as heavy as the log she thought her lumberjack friend should be chopping at.

Still she didn't push it off.

"Jackie, you and Hyde aren't cursed," Donna said so firmly Jackie almost believed her. "I mean if anything, you guys are saving two other unfortunate souls from the curse of being married to you and Hyde. You guys are made for each other."

A smile twitched on Jackie's lips and she could feel her rapid heartbeat take up a more steady rhythm.

Mrs. Forman smiled warmly. "Jackie, I think you're just getting a little nervous, which is perfectly normal! I was practically nervously giggling all the way down to the aisle," she gave one of those nervous little giggles and Jackie wondered if it sounded the way it did all those years ago.

"The moment I saw Red though, I stopped giggling, stopped feeling nervous, and everything fell into place," continued Mrs. Forman. "And I'm sure that's exactly what's going to happen the moment you see Steven. Everything is going to be fine. You've had your wedding setbacks already so from here on out it'll be smooth sailing! I'm sure of it."

Just as Jackie was sending a silent but heartfelt thank you with her smile, the door to her hotel room burst open and all four of them turned their heads to find a tuxedo cladded Fez running his hand through the dark mane of hair at the top of his head.

"Whew, it is really going down like chickens and lizards out there!"

Jackie could feel the panic starting to bubble in her chest again. She had no idea what her foreign friend was talking about but didn't like the sound of it. She was a fan of neither icky gross lizards or egg pooping chickens. There better not be any that had somehow shown up at her wedding! Looking around at the other women, in hopes of getting a better understanding of what Fez was talking about, Jackie saw that they were just as puzzled as she was.

"Like what?" his wife was the one to ask.

"Chicken and lizards," he repeated before explaining, "It is an old saying in my home country. It sounds different and more poetic in my language but in English it translates to chickens and lizards. It means that it is raining."

Forget the rapid heart beating, Jackie was sure that her heart and somehow managed to drop all the way to her feet, "It's raining?!"

"Yes, very hard," Fez confirmed before giving a smile, "Like chickens and lizards."

"Donna," Jackie turned to her matron of honor, looking to her for strength, she was after all one of the strongest and bravest women Jackie knew. "It's raining."

All Donna managed to say was, "I know."

"It's raining!" repeated Jackie, louder this time because perhaps no one had heard her the first time—no one was freaking out like they should.

"Is that not what I have been saying?!" Fez shook his arms at the sky before crossing them over his chest. "But nobody listens to Fez."

Feeling like she was about to faint, Jackie leaned her right hand and all of her weight against the bridal vanity while her left hand held her head trying to stop it's spinning, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe it. It's raining on my wedding day!"

Immediately, Donna was the ever-dutiful matron of honor and rushed to the frantic bride's side. "Jackie don't freak out, okay? Maybe it's not that bad and…Mrs. Forman!" In a blink of any eye the woman joined the small huddle. "Isn't there an old saying about rain on your wedding day being a sign of good luck?

"Well, yes…"

"Not if you're having an outdoor wedding, Donna!" Jackie screeched, with a scorching glare in her eyes.

Shocked and more than a little terrified, both Mrs. Forman and Donna froze. They probably wanted to run for the hills but knew it wouldn't be the best idea right now with the state Jackie suddenly found herself in. Whatever kept them from leaving her, Jackie was very grateful for it.

Suddenly a cackling filled the air, one that sounded almost wicked.

"Boy, maybe you two really are cursed!"

"Laurie!" Mrs. Forman scolded, silencing her daughter's laughter but Jackie could still spot the hints of the evil smile on her face. She wouldn't be surprised to learn the evil blonde had been the one to cast the curse on her and Steven's wedding.

His brow slightly furrowed, Fez looked back and forth between the women in the room. "Who is cursed?"

"Jackie, thinks she is," explained Donna, the rubbing she did on Jackie's back seemed to be helping a little.

"Aye no," Fez spoke in the most sympathetic voice Jackie had heard all day. He stepped towards her and took her hand in his, ignoring the eyeroll coming from the blonde he was married to. "Oh, my goddess, you are not cursed. You are far too beautiful to be cursed."

Flattery and comfort always did work with her, and this time was no different, Jackie could practically feel her stress began to melt away. "Thank you, Fez."

"You look as beautiful as your wedding cake."

Jackie's brown eyes lit up at the mention of another important part of her wedding that she'd taken months to pick out. She wanted both the taste and the design to be impeccable. "You saw the cake?" she paused, hesitantly asking, "Is it okay?"

"It is more than okay, it is both beautiful and delicious!" Fez beamed with his own dreamy look crossing his face.

"See, Jackie," Donna gave her a nudge. "Everything's fine…"

An open palm flew up in front of Donna's face before she could finish that statement. Jackie didn't care what Donna planned to say next, what she was more interested in was finding out if she had heard Fez correctly.

"You mean it looks delicious," she gritted her teeth, hoping he had made a slip up in his English. "Right?"

Fez began to play with his fingers, his big tell that he was not only nervous but had probably done something wrong. He looked to the others in room for help but no one was jumping in to give him a hand; they all avoided eye contact with him, except for Jackie who hadn't stopped glaring at him as she await his answer.

"Uh…you…aye…"he whimpered. "You, you look delicious is what I mean. Did that work?"

It didn't.

"Fez."

"Yes, goddess?" Fez squeaked, like a quivering mouse caught in the corner.

"Did you eat my wedding cake?" she wanted to know. For a moment she thought of asking if he'd had a piece of it, but this was Fez and her perfect four-tiered wedding cake, he could have eaten more than half of it and she wouldn't have been surprised…she would have been furious of course but not surprised.

His shoulders sagged, and he began to shake his head. "No, no, no. just the little sugary flowers."

Jackie wasn't sure what made her more upset the fact that Fez had eaten the candy flowers off her cake or the fact that he had said it like it wasn't such a big deal! A combination of the two filled, Jackie with fuming rage.

"You ate my candy roses? All of them?"

"Only six of them…Kelso ate the rest!" Fez's nervousness must have made him try to share the blame with someone else.

Whether Michael had eaten some of her candy roses or not didn't matter right now. (Of course, if he had he was so going to pay later.) Michael wasn't there right now, but Fez was. In fact, of all the things that had gone wrong with her wedding so far, he was the only one there who had something to do with it. She finally had someone to direct her anger at.

"I'm gonna kill you!" she shouted, charging towards him.

"Aye!" Fez yelped as he jumped behind his wife.

Hiding behind Laurie would save him though. Jackie had kicked her butt once before and she'd do it again, especially since her foreigner of a husband had eaten her candy roses off her wedding cake!

Donna jumped in front of her, placing hands on her upper arms in attempt to keep Jackie from taking another step closer to Fez and Laurie. "Jackie, stop!"

"Stop? You're telling me to stop?" Jackie couldn't believe her ears. "You should have told him that when he was eating my candy roses!"

"Jackie are those things really that important?" questioned Donna.

A frustrated sigh left Jackie's lips, of course Donna wouldn't understand, "Of course they are that important. Candy roses are the best part of any cake. They're my favorite part of a cake. When I was growing up very year on my birthday, I always got a slice of cake with a candy rose on it. Now, Fez, you're telling me on my wedding day, my special day, I won't get to have my special piece of my wedding cake with a candy rose on it, because you ate them?"

Fez sounded unsure as he answered, "Yes…"

"Jackie, Jackie," once again Donna cut in. "maybe the hotel's chef can whip some up for you? I'm trying to help you, okay? And right now, I think your main focus should be on what you're gonna do if it's raining outside."

"Donna, I don't think you understand the concept of helping," Jackie knew her words were snappish but how could reminding her about the bad weather be helpful. Tears prickled at her eyes again. "God, everything is completely falling apart."

"You know, I've never been one to think a couple or a marriage could be cursed…unless maybe you picked up a bad tiki in Hawaii," Kitty giggled nervously as she went on, her voice gentle as she treaded the point she wanted to make. "But Jackie, honey, I can't help wondering if maybe you might've had better luck if…well, if you and Steven had decided to get married in a church instead."

During the planning of her wedding Jackie had been as adamant about getting married at the new grand hotel in Point Place as much as Kitty had been adamant about the wedding taking place in a church. Jackie insisted that church weddings were out this season and Steven wasn't too big on religion in the first place, he'd even suggested they do an outdoor ceremony. So they'd compromised, getting married out in the hotel's beautiful garden and even allowing Pastor Dave to perform the ceremony. It was a solution that seemed to make everyone happy, Mrs. Forman never brought up the church thing again.

Until now that is. And now, Jackie found herself wondering if the idea could hold any truth. She looked over at Donna to see what she thought but instead caught the redhead sending Mrs. Forman a stern look that clearly said, 'Not now.'

Once Kitty received Donna's message, Donna turned her attention back to Jackie. "Look, Jackie, your wedding hasn't completely fallen shambles and as your matron of honor I'm not gonna let it."

Jackie smiled softly.

"Laurie, Fez, go find out if the hotel has any canopies or a gazebo that we can use outside to cover us from the rain."

The smile on Jackie's face grew when she heard Donna giving out orders. She used the word gazebo! Jackie was so proud!

"Fine," Laurie agreed, much quicker than anyone might have expected. "But only because I don't want any of Jackie's bad mojo rubbing off on me."

"Should I first tell you what happened with the appetizers?" Fez wondered out loud.

"What?"

"No!"

Jackie and Donna shouted together, startling Fez so much so he grabbed his wife's hand and dashed out the door.

"Mrs. Forman," Donna looked over at her mother-in-law. "Can you go ask if we can move the wedding ceremony into the ballroom if the rain doesn't let up?"

"The ballroom?" repeated Jackie.

Donna shrugged, "Yeah, it's easier than moving everything to a church last minute. And you liked the chandelier, right?"

"I did like the chandelier," Jackie nodded, thinking about the very sparkly light fixture.

"You know, who else has a very pretty chandelier?" Mrs. Forman's eyebrows rose with her question. "The church."

Again, Donna gave her a sharp 'Now is not the time' look only this time around Jackie joined in on sending out her own version of the look.

"I'll, I'll just get going," was the last thing the older woman said before exiting the room.

Once they were alone in the room, Jackie allowed Donna to quite literally, drag her back over to the vanity. The role reversal wasn't missed by Jackie when Donna practically pushed her down onto the small bench in front of the mirror.

"Alright, while that's all being taken care of," from the corner of her eye Jackie could see Donna pulling up a second seat to the vanity and settling herself in it. "You can fix my make up and tell me all about how I did it wrong and how you think I should've done it instead. No sighs or eyerolling from me, I promise."

The redhead held out a makeup brush, holding it like microphone, but for once the sight of something beauty related brought Jackie no joy.

"I can't do this, Donna," she said shaking her head.

"Seriously?" Donna's face fell into a frown. "The one time I'm actually okay with your criticizing my appearance and you can't do it?"

Jackie stared back at her. "No, I mean marrying Steven. I can't do it."

There was a long pause of silence. Donna was looking at her, not shocked or angry or even sad. Jackie guessed she must have surprised her friend so much that she couldn't figure out the proper emotion. The notion had surprised herself and as she said the words, she could feel bits of her heart chipping off. However, as her heart was cracking to pieces, her brain reminded her that this was the right choice.

"Jackie," Donna at last spoke. "You've been dreaming about this wedding since you were sixteen and doodling 'Mrs. Jackie Hyde' all over your notebooks."

"No, I wasn't. That wedding had the right colored tablecloths, the flowers all matched each other, all the candy roses on the wedding cake, no rain and…my parents," Jackie's fuming voice softened at the mention of her parents. She still couldn't believe neither one of them would be in attendance. "And that wedding didn't include Steven and me having that stupid fight the day before, we still haven't really made up. This isn't the wedding from my dreams, Donna, it's the wedding from hell."

"Jackie…"

Donna was just going to try to stop her, tell her she was overreacting, but Jackie didn't want to hear a word of it.

"Ugh! Why am I talking to you about this?" she pushed herself out of her seat. "I need to see Steven. I have to tell him myself that the wedding is off."

"No!" Donna jumped up and grabbed Jackie's arm taking the younger girl by surprise. "Look, I know I'm not the most superstitious person out there, but I do have enough superstition to know the groom seeing the bride before the wedding is just asking for bad luck."

Jackie shook Donna's grip off her. "How much worse can it get, Donna?"

Free from Donna's grasp, Jackie made her way to the room's exit only to be beaten to it by Donna who must have used her giant Statue of Liberty legs to get there first. Donna stood between Jackie and the door, feet firmly planted in the carpet while her hands held on tight behind her on the doorframe.

"Donna, move."

She didn't nudge an inch. "I can't let you do this."

Glaring furiously, Jackie made it clear she wouldn't be budging either. "Move you, big lumberjack before I pinch you."

"You can't always get what you want by pinching people, Jackie," Donna seemed annoyed that she had to remind her of this.

"You're Donna," Jackie smiled and bobbed her head up and down. "You're right."

Then before Donna could give a thought to the sudden change in Jackie attitude, the pointed toe of Jackie's white high heeled shoe came crashing into her shin with a force that nearly sent Donna to her knees.

"Ow!" cried Donna as she reached down to grab her injury, letting go of the door frame and giving Jackie a clear pathway.

Donna was right, pinching couldn't get you everything, so it was a good thing Jackie had kicking in the shin as her backup plan. It had worked just as she'd hoped.

While Donna continued to whimper in pain, Jackie snuck behind her and carefully pushed open the door to the room. She gave a quick glance at Donna, making sure she had not yet noticed that she had opened the door, when Jackie confirmed the coast was clear she dashed out of the room like it was on fire—and with the luck she was having today it very well could be at some point of the day.

Jackie had never in a million years imagined herself as a runaway bride. But that's what she was now as she ran down the hotel hallway, with the skirt of her dress hiked up in her hands so that she wouldn't trip and the soft tulle of her long veil flowing behind her.

Although she could hear Donna cry out for her as well as cursing her out for the pain she'd inflected on her, Jackie ignored it. She'd apologize to Donna later, right now she needed to get to Steven as fast as she could. It was only then that Jackie remembered Steven's room wasn't on this floor of the hotel, he was two floors up.

The sight of the elevators came into view. There were two of them. One was shut while the second one had its doors open and two familiar looking passengers inside—Mr. Forman and Michael. Jackie briefly wondered what they were doing riding the elevator together but didn't have time to question it. It would only be a matter of time before Donna caught up to her and she needed to break her news to Steven.

"Hold the elevator!" Jackie shouted, scrambling towards the metal doors that were slowly inching together.

She must have looked like a mad woman with the speed she was running at, but she made into the elevator just in time. It hadn't been the most graceful entrance, she'd tumbled just outside the elevator, but the fall had at least gotten her onto the floor of the elevator just in time to watch the elevator doors shut on a thin white object.

"Oh no," whispered to herself before clawing and pushing aside the material of her dress until her fear was confirmed. "My shoe."

That white little stick thing that had been left on the other side of the door was the heel of her left shoe! It was official this was not only the worst wedding day in the world, it was easily one of the worst days of Jackie's life.

It just couldn't get any worse…could it?

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