"Is it just me, or are you really nervous?" Sam asked Danny. They were standing in front of the Carbone Country Club, where her, Danny and Pam stood, waiting for the wedding planner to arrive. Apparently, she had called Pam and said that this is where the wedding would take place, but she wanted to make sure that Danny and Sam agreed. They were only waiting for a couple of minutes, but Sam was already feeling antsy.

"It's just you. Why are you so nervous?" Danny asked.

"It's kind of nerve-wracking putting our whole wedding in the hands of someone we don't even know."

"She's a professional Sam, this is what she does for a living," Pam reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know, being nervous is already starting to make me feel sick though," Well, come to think of it, she has been feeling sick for a while now, even before they agreed on a wedding planner. She assumed it was just nerves from the wedding starting to get really close.

"Trust me, everything is going to be fine... Look, here she comes." Pam said, and they all directed their attention to the figure walking towards them. She was a woman may be a little older than Danny and Sam and had blond hair and blue eyes. Something about those eyes looked familiar to Sam, but she brushed it off. She approached them with a smile and held out her hand to them.

"Hi, I'm Dona Semode," She said, shaking Sam's hand then Danny's. "I'll do whatever I can to make your wedding perfect." Pam had to stop herself from squealing, for she was too excited to help out with the wedding.

"This is who I've been telling you about, this is my daughter Sam and her fiancé Danny," Pam explained. Dona's smiling face turned to one of shock when she laid eyes on Danny, realizing who he was.

"You're the ghost boy?" She asked. Danny thought after more than ten years, the shock would wear down, but he guessed it was different for other people.

"No need to make a big deal out of it. Hey, if anything, you're gonna get a lot more customers when you say you planned the ghost kid's wedding." He said. She smiled and nodded, regaining her composure.

"Well, shall we?" She asked, gesturing towards the door. She led Danny in by the shoulder Sam couldn't help but notice, as if she didn't want him to get lost within the five steps inside they were taking. They all headed inside, and she gave them a tour of the club. She showed them all the rooms, which were pretty much the same except it varied in sizes, and asked them which one they preferred. Well, she pretty much only directed her attention towards Danny, but Sam was used to women, and even guys, giving all their attention to Danny; he was the famous ghost kid after all. They picked the medium sized room for the reception, for it wasn't going to be a very big entourage and another medium sized room for the after party. As Dona chatted about the design plans for the rooms, Sam couldn't find herself to pay attention, even though she knew it was crucial, for this was her wedding they were talking about. There was just something about this wedding planner that was eating at her conscience, and she had no idea why.

"So, we'll meet next week to talk about the silverware and food," Dona said, nodding at them before leaving. Danny and Sam went to their car as Pam went to her own. As they drove, Danny looked over at Sam.

"What did you think of her designs?" He asked.

"They were great."

"You liked the placement of everything?"

"Definitely." Danny almost laughed.

"Come on, you totally weren't listening."

"Okay, I know, I'm sorry. There's just something about her that rubs me the wrong way."

"You're just paranoid." He said as they got to their apartment. She sighed as they walked inside the building and made their way to their room, but Sam stopped Danny outside of the door.

"Why aren't you nervous?" She asked. He smiled and turned so he was facing her.

"Because this is the day I've been waiting forever for. No matter what happens, as long as I end up marrying you, then I'll be happy." Sam chortled and leaned her head against his chest.

"Why are you so perfect?"

"I'm... sorry?" He said, making her laugh a bit. She took out their key and opened the door, Sam taking a seat in the kitchen as Danny pulled out a water bottle from the fridge. He looked at her as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. "You okay?" He asked.

"I just feel... weird... Kind of dizzy actually."

"I don't think this is paranoia anymore. Are you sure you're not sick?"

"I'm sure it'll pass. I'll just lay in bed for a while." She got up from the table and walked into their room. She sighed as she turned towards the dresser, but something on one of the drawers distracted her. On the same drawer that she hid the mesh bag in, there was a tiny carving right in the corner of it, and she sure as hell didn't do that.

It was a carving of a bloody knife.

Sam panicked for a minute, before literally destroying her nails trying to distort the image. She was utterly confused and a huge wave of vertigo hit her, leaving her out for the count as she crept into her bed. This couldn't be a coincidence that all this was happening as her wedding got closer and closer, and she had to think that it had something to do with their wedding planner. She just had to prove it.

DUN DUN

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