So originally I saw this as a prompt idea on tumblr during CS Movie Month, so after I watched the movie, I thought it would be cute to do a 27 Dresses AU (if you haven't seen it, I recommend it). And even though it's still not CS Movie Month, I'm still posting it. Not sure how long this fic will be, but there will be plenty of CS feels to enjoy. Hope you guys like it! This is my first multi-chapter CS fic. I will try to keep it close to the movie, but I will also add and change up some scenes, dialogue, etc.

Also the title of the fic comes from a lyric from a song off the 27 Dresses soundtrack - "Like a Star" by Corinne Bailey Rae. Good song, check it out!

I would also like to thank user RowArk for being my beta reader!

Alright let's get started!

Chapter 1 : Her Calling

Ever since Emma Swan had helped her cousin out on her wedding day when she was eight-years-old by covering up a nasty stain on the back of her wedding dress with a silk headband her sister Ruby had been sporting that day, she knew this was her calling; she was meant to help people plan their weddings. And even though she loved making people's weddings come true - to see people find their happy endings - she wished for her own wedding. Her own real life fairy tale.

That's what she had started to think about again as she stared at herself in the mirror: her golden hair in a bun, and wearing an elegant, sleeveless, long, white wedding gown.

"Oh, Emma, it's stunning, really! It's the perfect dress," one of the bridal shop workers said, smiling up at her. "You look so beautiful."

"Really?" Emma couldn't help the smile that had graced her lips. "You really think so?"

The woman nodded, leaning down to fix the bottom of the gown. "Of course. It's like it was made for you!"

Emma felt the blush wanting to cover her cheeks. She couldn't help feeling a bit happy, like for a moment, this was actually for her. But reality set back in as another worker handed her the telephone. It was the bride, whom the gown was really for.

Emma held the phone to her ear, quickly going back into wedding planner/bridesmaid/maid-of-honor mode. "Hey, Kathryn."

"Emma, is everything alright with the dress?" she asked frantically over the phone.

"Don't worry, they just finished hemming it," Emma assured her, "Thank God we're the same size."

"Yeah, thank goodness. So are you finishing up now?"

"Yeah, I'll have it over to you in a minute. Don't worry about anything, alright? This is your day."

"Thanks, Emma."

Emma hurried out of the store, carrying the gown in her hands down the busy streets. She was careful not to trip on the long lavender colored bridesmaid dress she was wearing. When she got to the corner, she looked around, exhaling a long breath, as she waited.

When she turned, she almost ran face first into her friend, Tink.

"Ah!" Emma gave a mock scream, but she wasn't really scared at all as she smiled at her friend, "There you are! You look great"

Tink laughed, before pulling Emma into a quick hug, careful not to touch the wedding dress in her hands. "Thanks!"

Emma pulled back quickly, remembering they had to hurry, "Alright come on, let's go."

Tink groaned, but hurried along, following Emma across the street. As she walked by her side, Emma handed her friend the bag off her shoulder.

"What's this?" she asked, already unzipping it and peeking inside.

"I brought you a shawl, Visine, Tylenol, a pair of my earrings-"

"Ooo," Tink smirked at the mention of earrings, as she stuck her hand inside.

"And Tink, about your hair-"

The other blonde huffed, turning her head sharply to Emma, "What? The bitch said up. It's up!" Kathryn wanted all the bridesmaids' hair in updos. Hers was more in a messy bun, with her curls splayed all about, but it was still technically up to her.

Emma just chuckled. "We'll fix it inside."

Tink changed the subject, noticing all the things Emma had, "What's with all this stuff anyway?"

Emma sighed, "Let's just hurry..."

Everything was faring well so far, and now they were up to taking pictures with the bride and her bridesmaids. Emma helped Kathryn make sure her dress was fine before the cameras started snapping.

"Aren't the dresses great?" She asked, excitedly. "The best thing about them is you can shorten and wear them again."

"Definitely so true," Emma agreed, making Kathryn smile more. She was glad to help keep the bride happy.

As the photographer came to snap a picture, telling everyone to smile, Tink was adamant about showing she did not want to be here, looking everywhere but the camera, and looking bored.

"Excuse me, you on the right," The photographer called to her, but she ignored him.

Emma nudged her, rather harshly, on her arm to pay attention, never once dropping the smile she had for the camera. Tink rolled her head back to face the camera, with a frown.

After that the wedding started, Emma wasn't really listening so much as checking her watch, hoping to make it to the next event. Unbeknownst to her, a dark haired, blue-eyed man, named Killian Jones, was watching her from the seats where the guests were. He was confused as to why she was checking the time and looking as if she would dash off any second.

Emma did in fact start dashing off, running past people to make the second wedding she had to attend tonight. She rushed over and caught a taxi just in time, "Great."

She hopped in, "Thanks. Thirty-one Maujer Street, Brooklyn. I'll give you three hundred dollars flat for the whole night, on one condition."

"Yeah?"

"You don't look in the rear view mirror, or I deduct, got it?" Emma asked, not in the mood to have the driver get a peep show.

"Yeah got it," He turned his head slightly to prove it.

"Great," Emma said, quickly unzipping her dress, and stripping down to change.

The cab driver, against her warning, took a quick peek and saw she was stripping down. "What're doing?"

"Hey," Emma stopped, staring at him, "You just cost yourself twenty bucks."

"Hey, I-" He started, but gave up arguing, not ready to lose any more cash, "No one's looking."

Emma told the cab driver she would be back as she hurried into the next wedding for the evening. This was for another friend, Tamara.

She met the bride, who was excited to see Emma come inside.

"Hi," They both said in unison.

Emma handed the darker haired woman her bouquet of flowers.

"And the best thing is you could just shorten it and wear it again," she said, as she was hurrying off to start down the aisle.

"That is so true," Emma said, getting a slight moment of déjà vu at this.

As the wedding was starting, Emma was half-listening, checking her watch again and timing for her departure back to the other wedding.

"What're you doing, get in the car!" Emma yelled as she left the building, seeing the cab driver leaning on the vehicle. She rushed to get inside and was off again.

The driver tried not to look as Emma was fumbling to take off the dress, but he couldn't help a glance as he saw her legs kicking up in the air.

As she was topless now, she noticed him, and covered herself quickly, "Hey! Hey, you are down to two sixty. Are you sure you want to keep this up?"

"No."

"Okay then," Emma said, nodding her head and continuing to put the dress on.

They were having the reception portion now, and as Emma was fiddling with her dress, Tink was going on about some guy she was eyeing.

"Which one do you want? I kinda want the blonde one. Not gonna lie."

Emma sighed, "What's wrong Tink? Can't keep it in your pants for one wedding?"

Tink rolled her eyes, "Please, the only reason to wear this horrid dress is so some drunken groomsmen can rip it to shreds with his teeth."

Outside, Killian Jones was chatting on the phone, "What time is it now? Well, I shouldn't be more than a few more hours, aye, I'll-"

He didn't finish his train of thought as a golden blonde haired woman ran right past him. He remembered that was the bridesmaid at the wedding; the woman he saw looking agitated and focused on something else, ready to run from this wedding.

"Mate, I'll have to call you back..." And he hung up his phone as he watched the woman get into a cab.

He saw her, as the cab drove off, catching her unzipping her dress and seeing some of her back bare and part of her thong underwear. He widened his eyes in surprise and, truthfully, he was a bit turned on, but he saved that thought in the back of his mind. He was clearly interested in what the blonde beauty was up to.

Emma spent the next hours running back and forth between the two weddings, enduring various dances that should have stayed in the decades they came from, the cab driver peeping in every so often (though he did help out a bit, warning her when she was wearing the shoes meant for Kathryn's wedding to Tamara's, before she walked inside), having to hold the brides' gowns while they peed and tried to speak to her in the bathroom, the wedding cakes being cut.

But the moment Emma enjoyed a lot, only her second favorite thing when helping with weddings, was the brides she helped thanking her. It meant a lot, and if they were happy, then everything she did - even doing multiple weddings in one night - was worth it.

Thanks Emma…

That's what they would usually say, and then all the guests would applaud. It was good she could give someone their happy ending.

After that speech from Kathryn's wedding, the bride turned around and threw the bouquet. As it went through the air, Emma saw it coming toward her. She couldn't help the slight joy she felt. And she reached for it, letting out a smile. She thought that maybe if she caught it, she would get that bit of happiness - that she could get to be happy, like these brides.

That all went crashing down (quite literally) as a guest knocked into her hip, sending her crashing to the floor and causing her to black out.

Ha-ha, but really I am having fun with this. Okay so next chapter Killian and Emma get to meet and talk and that should be fun. Don't forget to review!