Rachel Greene was nervous. Really really nervous. Her wedding was beginning in 30 minutes, and she was already getting a really bad case of cold feet. Did she really want to be married to Barrie for the rest of her life? He was cute, that's obvious. He had a great job, one that pays a lot she might add. She wouldn't have to worry. But did she love him? No. Plain and simple, she didn't love him. She wasn't sure if she had ever loved him, to be quite honest. Liked, maybe, but loved? Definatly not. Who could love him? Then she realized something: She was sick of him. She couldn't do this, it would ruin her life. Locking the door to her changing room, she slowly snuck out the window, not knowing that it would change her life drastically.