Annabeth breathed in, and exhaled smoothly. She looked down at her left hand, where a legion of diamonds sat on a silver band, waiting as patiently as she was. Her hand traced her silhouette in the mirror facing her, going up and down the white dress she was wearing. Her mind was racing with thoughts.

'Am I too young to be doing this?'

'Should I really be wearing a tiara?'

'Why did I let Piper buy it for me?'

Of course, these were just jitters. She was twenty-seven, an award winning architect in Manhattan. She was living in a beautiful home on Long Island, and had the best fiancé and soon to be husband in the world. The famous half-blood Percy Jackson.

Of course, the half-blood part was a thing of the past. No one in her age group used the term anymore. Her friends and her used the term demigod, another popular phrase. Half-blood made them sound childish, as if they were in their teenage years again.

Now, Hazel was an aspiring author, who'd written an award winning series on a girl who lived in the 1940's, and suddenly wakes up in the present day. She was already married to Frank, and they had two small daughters named Marie and Emily after their two dead grandmothers.

Piper was entreprenuer who'd set up a brand of eco-friendly and affordable makeup. It's slogan was 'It's so light, you can't even feel it!' Which was based off of her strong dislike for heavy makeup. She, too was already married to Jason, and she was expecting their first child in July, a month after Annabeth's wedding.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare, who Annabeth had deviously hated since their meeting, was now Leo's wife. After his heartbreak with Calypso, (another story) she agreed to go out on a date with him. Three months afterwards, they had sealed the deal at the New York Courthouse. Annabeth had eventually warmed up to her, even though she still hated those marker covered jeans.

Annabeth was still gazing at herself in the looking glass when she heard a small knock on the door of her room.

"Annabeth, dear? Can I come in?" Annabeth sighed, relieved to hear the sound of Sally Jackson's voice.

"Yes, please." She said, trying not to sound desperate. The door creaked open and Annabeth caught sight of her soon mother in law. Even though she was a good fifteen years older than when she'd first met her, Percy's mom was still a radiant looking woman. As she walked over and enveloped her in a hug, Annabeth could smell all of the things that made Percy happy. Chocolate chip cookies, the ocean, and a touch of Sally's signature gardenia perfume. Annabeth inhaled deeply.

"You know Annabeth? This is the first time you've been in this cabin with me." She glanced around the room. She knew Montauk was special to Percy, which is why she'd volunteered this house, the old, sandy, worn house to be the site of where they became husband and wife.

"I guess it is." Annabeth said, trying not to cry. Her emotions were tumbling around inside like a bingo cage, swirling and clashing with everything else. Sally reached up and pushed a tear off her tan cheek.

"Don't cry, everything's fine. Here comes the sun, okay?" Sally said, quoting her and Percy's favorite song.

"Okay. I'm ready." She said confidently.

"Good, because I hear the music, they're ready for you."

That made Annabeth's heart race. It was time to walk on the beach, down the aisle. The next time she walked in this cabin, she would be Annabeth Jackson. She inhaled deeply, smelling the ocean and the sand. She walked out of the bedroom, through the kitchen, and to the back door to the beach. She grabbed the knob and exhaled, walking out to meet her father and become Mrs. Percy Jackson.