The school day was coming to a close and Amber smiled seeing the very cute young man wearing a dark blue shirt tucked in and a pair of blue jeans. His hair was light brown and he had pale blue eyes. She smiled as she sauntered up to him in that manner she had inherited from the master, her mother. "Hello there Scott." She said.

The honor student froze a bit in front of his locker and gulped. He slowly turned to his head to see the lovely redheaded young lady standing there. "Hello…Am..Amber." He managed to spit out. Why he always felt shaky around her he hadn't a clue. He would figure out the scientific reason someday. "How..how are you?"

"I was just wondering." She said as her hands went to the buttons of his shirt much like in the manner her mother's did with her father. There was no question who's daughter she was that was for sure. "Why you hadn't asked me to the dance yet?" Her lips pouted a bit and the poor boy coughed.

"Um…" He stammered. "I…well…I thought that…I…"

"I've been turning down boys left and right because I was so sure you would want to go with me." She moved closer to him so he would be forced to take in the scent of her perfume. Another trick she learned from the one and only Ginger.

Scott was hit with the fragrance and felt like he was in a trance. "I…Well would you…I mean if you don't have a date I…I wouldn't mind if you went with…me."

"I would love to!" Amber squealed. "You are so cute!" Her lips gently touched his in very soft kiss which caused Scott's pulse to race. She then let go and walked off swaying her hips in that Grant manner.

Scott stood there no knowing what just hit him. It was true he had always believed Amber Hinkley to be well..pretty…more than pretty. She was a knock out. And the fact that she actually liked him…He was not used to that. He thought for sure that most girls like her just thought of him as some geek. Apparently that was not the case. Wow. He was going to the dance with Amber Hinkley! Wait till he told all his friends!

Later

Three o'clock finally rolled around and all the students filed out of their classrooms stopping at lockers or to chat with friends. Some hurrying to catch a ride or the bus. Amber walked to the auditorium where rehearsal was to take place. Miss Carter smiled seeing the star of her show. "Hello Amber." She greeted.

"Hi Miss Carter." The redhead replied. "Ready to get started. I hope I can get the scene right this time."

The young music director laughed. "Amber you are doing great. Better than you give yourself credit for. You have natural talent just like your mother. She'll be proud when she sees the final performance."

"I hope I can be as great as she is someday. I would do anything to be able to star on Broadway!" She sighed. "It would be a dream come true."

Miss Carter nodded. "You would be fabulous on Broadway. I promise you that one day you will get there. I know it. Just one step at a time. You are hard worker and you can do it."

"I hope so. Right now I just want to do this role." Amber said. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes. Go ahead and start with I Could've Danced All Night and then I want you to sing that Just You Wait. You really are starting to nail those two numbers. Then after that I think we will try that scene in which Eliza finally learns to speak proper English."

Amber grunted. "I don't know why I can't get that right. You would think having to speak in that accent would be more difficult. I don't know how Audrey Hepburn did it."

Miss Carter laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get it. Come on…let's go."

Three Nights Later

The shower was running in the en suite and Ginger entered smiling seeing the steamed up shower door with her husband inside. Grinning wickedly, she walked to the shower dropping her robe and pulling the door open stepping inside. Her arms went around a startled Professor who almost dropped the soap. He recovered and placed it in the soap dish. "What are you doing in here?" He asked trying to sound miffed but knowing his wife was not buying it. "Get out."

"Darling." She said purring at him. "You said when we moved in here that I could join you anytime I wanted to."

"I know." The man of science said placing his arms around his beloved Ginger. "But I didn't mean it literally. Only you would take full advantage of my words."

"You love me." Ginger said her lips brushing against his.

"I do." Roy said retuning her kiss. "Very much. For almost 18 years and counting."

Later on after the Professor finally managed to get himself out of Ginger's clutches after reminding her that this was Amber's big night and they couldn't be late, the pair were getting ready and feeling proud of their daughter.

Ginger wore a very simple white sundress and sat at her vanity table brushing her red hair and watching her husband' s reflection in the mirror.

"Stop looking at me." The Professor said as he buttoned up his shirt. "Must you stare at me every time I get dressed."

"It's not my fault." Ginger said setting down her brush. "I told you time and time again it's yours. You are the one who has to be so darn sexy. I'm not made of stone."

The Professor shook his head and walked to his wife kissing her cheek. "You are very lucky that I love you so much."

Ginger giggled as he then nuzzled her neck. Never in all those years they were together did she grow tired of that act. Her eyes went to the marriage license hanging on the wall. Still there since the day they moved in. She was still proud of it like the day they had obtained it. It was precious to her just as it was then.

There was a knock at the door and they heard Sabrina's voice. "Mom…I need help with my hair. I can't get it to stay. Can you help me?"

"Sure sweetheart come on in." Ginger said.

The blonde girl walked in and smiled seeing her parents together. She knew she was lucky to have parents who loved one another like that. Some of her classmates parents divorced and it was tough on them. The Professor quickly kissed his wife and said he would be waiting downstairs.

Ginger instructed Sabrina to sit at her table and she took the brush from her hand. "You have such beautiful hair. I don't know why you don't wear it down more. You look good with your hair down."

"I know but Jonas….Nevermind."

"Jonas what?" Ginger grinned. "Jonas likes it this way?"

"Maybe." Sabrina said. "I do like wearing it this way. I need something. I'm not as beautiful as Amber."

"You listen to me." Ginger said. "You are just as beautiful as your sister. I don't want to hear anything different. You understand? You are both beautiful girls."

"Yeah but she inherited your looks. I got…."

"Your father is the most handsome man in the world." Ginger interjected.

Sabrina laughed. "Yes Mom I know. I don't mean to imply that I'm plain or anything. You know that I love my sister. I'm so happy she is starring in this musical. She is so much better than that stuck up Sharon McHenry. I bet my twin sister will be a big star like you someday."

"I think that would be wonderful." Ginger agreed. "She's very talented.'

"Why thank you!" Amber declared standing in the doorway. "I promise I will remember you all in my Oscar acceptance speech! And at the Tony Awards."

"You better." Ginger said. "I never forget to mention you all." She added with a smile.

Amber's eyes went to the almost poster sized picture of Ginger winning her first Oscar. She had insisted her husband join her on the stage and she went into how he would help her on the island with rehearsing different scenes. Ginger had thanked him and said how much she loved him before planting a big kiss on his lips in front of all the cameras. "You certainly never forgot Dad." She said with a grin.

"Of course not." Ginger replied. "He was the best rehearsal partner."

The young redhead giggled. "You just looked for an excuse to lock lips with him."

Ginger shook her head. "You mind your business missy." She said tweaking her daughter's nose. "Like you don't do the same with that young man Scott."

"I learned from the best." Amber said proudly.

"You sure did." Sabrina chimed in. "There is no one better."

"All right you two." Ginger said as she finished up Sabrina's hair. "You scoot yourselves down the stairs. I will be there in a minute."

The two girls hurried down to the living room and saw their brother sitting there with their father. They rolled their eyes as the discussion was about science. Of course. Their little brother was definitely Roy Hinkley's son. No question about it.

Amber quickly went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to make sure her throat was not dry. She sipped her drink and sighed. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Excited about being the star of the play and nervous as she didn't want to mess up. She hoped she remembered all the words. Amber knew she did not need to worry as songs came easy to her. The lyrics were never difficult for her to recall. Still this was different then just singing on stage. Her hand went to her cross necklace around her neck. She clutched it tightly. Yes she could do this. She would be great. Ambrosia Danielle Hinkley was going to shine.