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Wedding Dash

"Boo you ok?" Cindy asked as she walked into the small changing room. Her hair was in its natural curly look, make-up done beautifully and was dressed in a beautiful, yet simple champagne colored dress. Max looked at her best friend from the mirror and then looked away to stare at her reflection. "Max?"

"Yeah, just nervous…I guess." She muttered still staring at her self. Why aren't I happy or excited? Why do I feel like something so important is missing? Looking to her left, Max stared at the dress hanging there. It was the perfect princess dress. Brilliantly white with beautiful lace and pearls adorning the bodice and skirt. The sleeves were made of lace, ending at her wrists, and the skirt was full and long with a train that would follow her for several feet. Next to the dress her veil hung beautiful with all the pearls dancing across the netting and the lace hanging delicately on the bottom. Like the dress, it too would follow her for several feet, completing the entire "Princess" setting. Looking back to the mirror Max stared at her reflection. Her hair was down with its natural curl framing her face. A light gloss shimmered in the light on her lips, and hint of rouge accentuated her cheeks. O.C. had insisted that makeup wasn't needed for her, and frankly she had agreed.

"Boo, what's wrong?" Cindy asked after she closed the door. Something wasn't right. "What happened last night?" Last night, what was causing everything to be the way it was right now. Alec. Last night.

"Alec came to talk to me about today. He thought I should know something before my 'big important day'." Max mimicked the smart aleck with little inflection of her speech.

"And?"

"He said that Logan was cheating on me…with Asha." Why didn't it hurt to think about it? Why didn't it hurt when she had been told?

"Boo…" Cindy didn't know what to say.

"The thing is…I don't think I really care anymore." Max said as she fingered the choker around her neck. It was a Cale family heirloom. All the women wore it on their wedding day, brought them good luck. Max felt her-self wanting to snort at that. Slowly moving away from the choker she fingered the soft silk of the slip she was wearing. It had thin straps holding it up. The front dipped enticingly over the swell of her breasts with a little lining of lace at the top. The rest of it loosely fit to her tiny, curvy form and ended just under her butt. On each side of her legs, tiny slits were cut out. Why there were slits on the sides she didn't know. Why she was wearing it she didn't know that either. She didn't understand the point of it, but the women of Logan's family had insisted a bride was to wear a slip under her dress. It was tradition.

"Are you ok? Do you want to leave?" Cindy watched as several emotions passed over her best friend's face. Max seemed lost, in so many ways.

"I feel like I'm not me anymore. I feel like I'm what I'm expected to be." She whispered barely loud enough for the other woman hear. Cindy walked up behind Max and wrapped her arms around her shoulder and hugged her tightly. Max was like a rag doll, no response. Knock Knock "Who is it?" Cindy called out.

"It's me," the voice responded, a voice that belonged to one certain groom-to-be.

"What do ya want?" Cindy asked.

"Is Max in there?" Logan asked from behind the door.

"Yeah, why?" Cindy asked again.

"Can I come in?"

"Fool as big as your family has been about tradition, you are quick to through it away. No you can't come it, go away." Cindy ordered.

"I need to talk to Max-"

"Later!" Cindy ordered. Distinctive footsteps could be heard walking away. Max never said a word, or moved. Knock Knock "Logan go away!" Cindy yelled walking over the door and opening it enough to chew someone's head off.

"I'm offended O.C.," a light response came to the hot headed woman, "can I talk to Max?"

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