Seventeen year old Azula continued to pace her room. Her twenty-three year old sister Zutara sat on a red sofa chair, her thirteen year old sister, Katara, beside her.

"Katara, can you check on Zem again?" Azula asked as she twisted a napkin. The younger girl smiled and walked over to the door. She gave her sister one last reassuring smile then disappeared.

The thirteen year old laughed lightly as she walked over to the men's dressing chamber. Her golden dress swayed behind her (Looks like a gold version of Katara's fire nation dress), gold was the young teen's favorite color, and it was the color of her eyes. Her brown hair that she'd gotten from her mother lay in a loose bun a top her head, small ringlets fell from it. She gently pushed open the door to see a men's version of what was happening in the girl's dressing chamber.

Zem was pacing the room rubbing the palm of his right hand against the side of his head. Her father, Fire Lord Zuko, was sitting on a sofa chair with her uncles Sokka and Aang, and Zem's friends, Ander, Mondy, and Shift. She gave them all a warm smile before saying "The bride wanted me to make sure that you haven't run for the hills yet."

Zem laughed nervously, "I don't think your father would let me if I tried."

She laughed at this and turned on her heal and left.

Halfway back to the girl's chamber Katara saw her Aunt Azula with Zula's friends Nicky and June. She smiled and continued walking, they were probably arguing about over who was going to give the bridal speech. They would be in for a surprise when they found out Zula had asked Katara to say the speech.

"He's still there."

Katara's POV

My sister stood waiting, for the music to start playing so she could walk down the aisle. She wore a silver/white dress in honor of our mother. She had thrown a tantrum not 6 weeks ago when she asked to wear our mom's dress. Dad thought it was a great idea till my sister's remembered that mom had put the dress away somewhere so it would be there for her first daughter's wedding, only to find that mom was the only person that had known where it was. Everybody, even my sister, father, and I searched the castle but we couldn't find it. So Zula was less then happy.

I straitened Zula's veil on her head and wished her luck as I took gold roses bouquet. I gave my sister one last smile before I started to walk down the aisle. I smiled and held my head high. I was the only one without an escort because I am the maid of honor.

Zuko's POV

I watched Zutara walk down the aisle in a dark blue dress, carrying light blue flowers. I had always thought that she would be the first to marry considering she was the oldest, but I guess not. Next came my youngest daughter, she was smiling as she walked down. I dreaded the day she would come to tell me she had accepted a marriage proposal. She was my little girl, the only one of my children that looked like a blend between Katara and me. Even Zutara, who looked just like me only a girl (Which made her look like Azula), had her mother's beautiful blue eyes, but Katara had my gold eyes, and her mother's hair, and my skin color, and her mother's hands, and so much more I couldn't say when put on the spot.

She reached the front and the music began for my middle child to walk down, Azula and Zutara had made it clear that when each of them got married they would walk down by themselves, they said this when Katara was just three. Katara had said that she wanted daddy to walk her down, then she ran into my arms. Even when the argument rekindled again when Azula announced her wedding Katara hadn't reconfirmed or denied what she said when she was young, so she might be my only daughter that always me to give her away.

I smile sadly as I watch my little Azula walk down the aisle in her beautiful dress. The fire flowers glow brightly as she walks by.

Now here I am sitting, at a table for my daughter's wedding reception. I watched my daughter dancing with her husband. "Daddy?" called a voice, only one special little girl still called me daddy. I turned to Katara walking over to me.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Come on, you look sad, dance with me?" she asked as she pulled lightly on my arm. I smiled and aloud my little angel to pull me to the dance floor. I picked her up just like I did when she was young, I was surprised to see she was still light as a feather; I danced with her like this and smiled as she giggled.

"What's wrong Azula?" I asked as I saw Azula sitting on her mother's thrown.

"I miss mama," the four year old wailed.

I frowned "Come here," I said as I picked her up slightly. "You know what always cheered your mom up?" she shuck her head. "Dancing," I said as I swung her around in the air.

That was the only night Azula let me dance with her. I looked down at Katara's face, which was know eye level since I was carrying her, and asked the question that was burning in the back of my brain. "Katara, will you let me walk you down the aisle?"

She looked at me with a soft smile on her face. Her golden eyes, glinted in the fire flower light, then she softly said "What do you think Papa?"

I smiled to myself as I put her down and spun her around. "My we cut in?" came a voice. I turned to see Zem and Azula standing there. Katara nodded then we owed to each other then turned to our new dancing partners. Zem took Katara's hands and started to twirl her. I turned to Azula and took my other little girl's hands.

One wedding down, two more to go…

The first two weddings arn't going to be as good, because the big one is Katara's wedding because that's when the suprise is reveiled. And Katara is my favriote charecter in my story. So chapter 3 will be the best.