Paige, Super Whitelighter

"Hey, Guys!" waved Paige with a slight wave as she leaned over dragging into room 415 of the Fairmont Hotel a large clear plastic bag of multi-colored crepe paper flowers. Huffing and puffing she pulled it into the middle of the suite. Standing back up she looked around at the party decorations draping the room as only her sister Piper could do it.

Piper turned her head. "Hey, watch it yourself. Easy!" she said standing on a chair stringing crepe paper across the windows. "You should have let me help you!"

"No, no! I can do this. Though that stupid bag must weigh a ton!" sighed Paige as she untied the string on the bag.

"How many decorations have you got there?" asked Piper.

Paige shrugged her shoulders. "Must be about two thousand pounds worth!" replied Paige with a slight yawn. "It was up half the night working on them."

"Isn't orbbing that much kitschy stuff here easier?" asked Piper climbing down from the chair. She quickly tugged at the flower arrangement on the present table and joined Paige.

"Trying to do the mortal wife thingy as much as possible. If what the Elders tell us is true, then our demon fighting days are going to be few and far between. Thank God! Here help be pull open my bag!"

Piper's voice sounded flat. "Heard that one before! Ha. If I had a dollar for every time I thought our lives would be normal I'd be buying the Fairmont Hotel and not renting one of its rooms," exclaimed Piper tossing her hair about.

"Very true. Being a witch doesn't put granola bars on the table. Still not a bad setting for Phoebe's bachelorette party," she signed looking out at the view over San Francisco Bay. She was a bit envious since because of her very short engagement they had only opened a bottle of the bubbly for her last fling as a single gal.

"Exactly my thoughts. We're not going anywhere near where we vanquished any demons tonight. Not the Manor. Not P3 or her condo or any other alley or warehouse in the entire city of San Francisco. This is going to be a totally normal mortal party to honor my little sister.." said Piper.

"Umm?" interpreted Paige looking a bit perturbed.'

"Excuse me, Paige. OUR sister and the last of the single Halliwell's." Piper pulled out a couple of he flowers and started to fluff them up concentrating more on them than she needed to. "I'm sorry Paige. We three grew up planning our weddings as kids. I'm married and now Phoebe is tying the knot. Without Prue all the childish plans we made will just never be fulfilled." Piper's throat seemed to tighten up a bit.

"You all right, Piper?" asked a suddenly quiet Paige.

Piper glanced up at Paige and then grabbed two more flowers. "Yes. That was a long time ago. It's just the loss of the possibility. Prue never had the chance. At least we can give Phoebe a big normal sendoff!"

"Normal? But she's marrying a cupid," Paige reminded Piper.

Piper bit her lip, swallowed hard and then replied a bit louder. "And she's been married to a demon and has been queen of the whole evil underground network. Tonight we on concentrating on the future bride and all her mortal friends. No witches, demons, fairies, leprechauns or ogres."

"Don't forget Billie. Pure witch," Paige remaindered her. "You know, my witchy charge?"

"Yea, yea. We have exceptions for the bridesmaids. I just want to get through the wedding without any problems. OK?" asked Piper pulling out a few more crepe flowers.

"Fine by me. Let's just hope that the rest of the world will cooperate," said Paige turning down her lip.

Piper pointed at her half-kidding, "No pouting. Now get those roses…"

A light went off in Paige's eye. "Crêpe thingies," she called out waving her hand. The flowers in the bag which disappeared in a mass of orbs and then reappeared along the ceiling completely surrounding the two sisters.

"This is doing things the everyday mortal wife way," asked Piper with a pinch of irony. She still appreciated the amount of chair climbing Paige had saved her and it looked great too.

Paige looked around quite pleased with herself. "Hey, I'm not going to stifle my creativity. It's the whitelighter in me," she shrugged as she suddenly looked up to the ceiling hearing something.

"Paige? What's going on?" asked Piper.

Paige looked confused, reached out toward Piper and then dissolved into a billion tiny sparks.

Piper looked up hearing her name being called from somewhere sounding like Paige. "P-p-i-i-p-p-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!"