He didn't like churches or weddings for that matter but after Emily herself had called him he knew today was not a day to skip out. The church was elaborately decorated to say the least. Emily's soon to be husband was loaded and it was obvious that not a expense was spared for this event. He looked around anxiously as he stepped inside.

A usher firmly shook his hand as he was handed a bulletin.

"Brides or grooms side. The usher asked as he began looking around for a spot to seat him in the already packed sanctuary.

"Im a member of the wedding party." He stated.

The man looked quizzically at reaching for a list that was in his scanned names and , he was stumped.

"Ok, what is your relation?" he asked back curtly. Obviously convinced that Bos was just another fan looking to get a autograph from the groom.

"None" he replied back matter of factly "Im here to give away the bride."

The man scanned his list once again.

"M. Boscorelli?" the man asked.

"That's right, Now where do I need to be? I don't do this wedding stuff that often and this is all new to me."

"Im not sure but if you just want to stand over there I can go grab a coordinator and ask."

"that'd be great." Bosco said as he went to the nearest wall and leaned.

That guy is a meat head, a real meat head but if I stand here sooner or later I know Emily has to walk through those doors. He watched people come and go. Well dressed people. People that probably had given a wedding gift to the bride and groom greater than he got paid in a month. It made him so uncomfortable.

After what seemed a lifetime the wedding coordinator arrived and introduced himself.

"Emily and Nathan are so pleased you came. If you want to wait right here she's actually on her way down now."

"Sure. Thanks." Bosco muttered.

He looked at the stairs waiting for the footsteps to signal her arrival. Straightening out his tux he hoped he looked presentable. Emily had ordered it for him and although it fit well he wasn't exactly sure it was his thing. If he had his way hed have come in dress blues but he knew that wouldn't be the best idea. He didn't want Faith to have any reason to look at him the way that she used to . This had to be different. This was his last chance.

He waited as a condemned man would the gallows. Every minute bringing him to his fate and every minute bringing him towards the end. Finally he heard the click of heeled shoes on the steps.

One by one the brides maids emerged looking happily at him the first handed him a boutonniere which he slipped into its right spot. It seemed like Emilies popularity at school had transcended into her wedding as there were at least 7 bridesmaid that appeared

After what seemed like an eternity he saw the tops of another set of purple shoes at the stairs. He stared as she descended.

As he got a glimpse at her face she stared directly at him. Surprise washed over her.