And here you are. Welcome. This is my baby, the story I've been huddled up feverishly writing since September. It's the sequel to my other story "The Depth Of My Love", and yes, you do need to read that first in order to get most of the stuff in this story. But it's short. And in my opinion, this story is much better than its prequel. Plus, even if you hated TDOML, you'll like this story. Same goes for if you liked it. It picks up exactly where the first one left off, but it's more of an actual story, told by Marron. And while we're on the subject of Marron… I think you'll find this Marron is very different from the one in TDOML. This Marron is strong, not as helpless as she was before. But as turn of events will take it (*hint, hint*) she needs to be as strong as possible. And there's your hint for the day.

So I'll stop boring you with my notes now. Please review, this is my favorite story I've written so far, and I can't wait to hear what you guys think. Enjoy.

And Cinderella and Prince Charming lived happily ever after. Or so they had thought…

As I sit here today, it's hard to believe that at one time, I was sitting in the back of a limo, my head on 'Ten's shoulder, dressed like Cinderella, and from that point on, I was the future Mrs. Son Goten. And I loved him so much, I didn't know what to do with myself.

Loved? I never stopped loving Goten. Never, ever, ever. I mean, one morning, the two of us were slow-dancing in the kitchen singing the old R.E.O. Speedwagon song "Keep On Loving You". And I meant every word I sang.

Things just got a little crazy, a little out of control. I changed, and people around me changed, and everything changed. I just lost control of my actions, of my thoughts. It sounds strange, I know. But it's what really truly happened.

Maybe some people, people I love and care about, think I did everything intentionally. Those people obviously don't care about me as much as I do them. But hey, they can believe what they want. Their opinion has no meaning to me anymore.

I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I guess I should start at the beginning. Well, not at the very beginning, but far back enough so I'm not so confused.

But then again, life is a confusing thing. So maybe it's okay that I'm confused. But I'll backtrack anyway.

So. Alright. Goten proposed in June. You know up until then. This story starts in July, when some crazy shit started to happen.

I began to think to myself, why does all this crap have to happen to me? Why can't 'Ten and I just live life calmly and smoothly?

Mom said that these things are a test. A test to see exactly how strong mine and 'Ten's relationship was. Did I mention how much I hate tests?

Anyway, I believed, through the entire test, that everything was going to be okay, that we would pass. How does that old song Pan used to listen to go? Oh yeah. "You keep us going on, you keep us fighting…". I felt like 'Ten was that little thing that kept us going. That kept us fighting.

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I did believe that 'Ten and I loved each other enough to get through anything. I believed that in the end, love conquered all, and it would always be that way. Always.

' Ten was my savior, my Prince Charming, my knight in shining armor. The hero that rode in on the white horse and saved the day. But I was far from the princess who rode off with him into the sunset. I was okay with that, but I had an oh-so-glorious way of proving that to everyone.

My mother told me once that no man is perfect, no matter how close they come. And there was a time in my life when I followed that advice religiously. But when 'Ten went through all the hell for me, I knew he was perfect. Maybe not perfect to everyone else's standards, but to me, he was absolutely perfect. Human perfection.

There were times when 'Ten would be sleeping next to me and I'd just look at him and know. I'd know that he was the one. The one that completed me. The one that made me this wonderful person that I love to be and that people love to be around. And I can tell all that by just looking at him.

I counted the days until our wedding. Until we would be together forever. I had this little calendar on the fridge in the kitchen, and every morning, I would cross another day.

April was when the wedding was originally scheduled. But, as turn of events had it, we had to change it. The plan was to have it on 'Ten's birthday.

Now I guess I should start the story. It begins in July, at a time when everything was absolutely how I had wanted it for six months. So, I guess, here's what really happened.