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Chapter 4

"What we see depends mainly on what we look for." ~ John Lubbock

"Aahaaaaahaaaahaaahaaaa!" an ear piercing cry rang through room.

The women froze and stared at the doors that held the weeping bride. Another cry rang out causing a chill to run down their spine. They may be close friends to the weeping woman but they all knew better than to try to console this unhappy bride. They all looked at each other, mentally pleading for someone else to go in and talk to her. Eventually, all eyes landed on one particular bridesmaid.

Taking a gulp of her champagne, Rachael walked into the brides prep chamber. She mentally laughed as she looked at the panicked faces of the other bridesmaids as well as the maid of honor's.

'Not even the maid of honor and I'm the one who has to go talk to her. Pathetic,' she thought as she walked to the doors. She slid the doors open to reveal a devastated bride. The bride looked up with a tear-streaked, horrified face and let out another sob. Rachael closed the doors, giving the bridesmaids a "You owe me" look, and turned to the hysterical bride, "What's wrong, Melissa?"

Trying to gather herself, she replied, "No-nothing. It's nothing."

Rachael arched her eyebrow and waited, 'Truth and tears in 3…2…1…'

Collapsing on the chaise lounge, she broke out into tears, "It's just…I don't know if I can do this!"

Secretly rolling her eyes, Rachael sat down with the bride.

"I mean, yesterday I was sure fire ready to marry him. You know. But today…" and the rest was too nasally and high pitched to understand. Thank goodness, her makeup was water proof.

Rachael grabbed the tissue box and pulled two pieces out to wipe her tears. The other free hand rested lightly on the bride's hand, "Ssh…Everything will be okay."

"How…do you…know?" Melissa muttered between sobs.

"Because you have a wonderful man. He's sweet, charming, understanding, and from what you told me, he is quite a lover."

The bride chuckled a little, "Yeah...he is."

Gripping her hand a little tighter, Rachael said, "I have been your friend for quite some time and I've met some of your boyfriends before you met him. And believe me – you didn't come alive like you do when you're around him. You have this glow around you every time you're with him or talking to him. Even when you guys argue you have a glow."

Sniffling, Melissa lifted her head to look at her dear friend, "Really?"

Rachael smiled and nodded, "Oh yeah. Now you have a decision to make. You either go in there and marry the guy or you take him aside and tell him you're not ready yet, for which I'm sure he will understand."

"Yeah right, he'll understand," Melissa said, wiping her nose, "Why would he understand me not going through with me?"

"Because he loves you more than anyone and anything. He told me that he can't even remember his life before you came along. And all he'll ever want is to please you and love you for the rest of your days," Raven said with comforting smile.

The bride smiled and stood up, "Can you hand me my bouquet?"

Raven smiled and handed her the heavy bunch of flowers. Suddenly, the doors flew open, "Where's my baby? She better go through with this wedding or I'm gonna kill her!"

"It's already taken care of, Ma!" the bride shouted, "Jeez, sometimes I swear you're more concerned about the well being of the wedding instead of me."

"We have a hundred pounds of shrimp coming in and don't even get me started on the caviar," the almost 50 years old woman said, "You better go through with this wedding!"

Deciding that it was a good time to get out of the room, Rachael slipped out the room and closed the doors.

Turning to face the other bridesmaids, she smiled smugly and walked out of that room into the hallway, grabbing her bouquet along the way. Looking up, she saw Jerome standing at the other side of the hall.

Walking up to stand beside him, she said, "You were right."

He scoffed, "Of course, I was right. I know what a bride looks like when she's going to get a bit of cold feet."

"Thank you for the lesson on spinning mushy stuff," Rachael said, blatantly.

"You're welcome," he said as he flipped a strand of her hair off her shoulder, "Now we have to hope that Ma doesn't send her over the edge again.

"I think that's a job of the maid of honor."

"So do I."

"Let's get out of here."

"You read my mind," he replied as they walked to the chapel, "I really like your hair up like this. Can you do this every day?"

"No."

Bb

Standing up and looking around the large white room, she looked up in awe. She felt like she was in a snow globe with the big fat snowflakes all around.

"Amora, sit down," she heard her father say. She smiled at him and walked over to him and grabbed his nose.

"What are you doing, silly girl?" he said with a smile.

"I got your nose," she sang.

He smiled widely and said, "Yes, I know. But you know what?"

"What?" she asked, her big blue eyes gleaming with curiosity.

He put his fingers on her stomach and moved them quickly, "This."

She fidgeted and moved, trying to get away from her father and his tackling fingers. Just before her laughs became audible, he stopped and swooped her into his arms and sat her down. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"That's not fair. You cheated," the little girl said.

"I'm the daddy, I do not cheat," he replied, "I'm allowed to do things like that."

She shook her head, "No, you're not."

"Says who?"

"Me," she said, simply.

"Now that's not fair," he said, "I would never win."

"Yes, you would," she said reaching up for her father's face.

He leaned down and let her hand rest on his cheek and smiled at his daughter, "Really?"

She smiled and shook her head, "No."

He laughed, "You little devil, you."

She giggled at him and fidgeting due to her puffy, itchy yellow dress.

He stared at his daughter, for a moment. She was such a blessing to him. Smart, funny, sweet, innocent, and a real ball buster. The things he loved most about her.

It was the sound of the piano and the violins that snapped him out of his thoughts.

He watched as the groom came in through the back door and took his place at the altar. He turned to look up the aisle to see the flower girls and the ring bearer came down the aisle and chuckled when he heard the women coo at them. Then, came the groomsmen with the bridesmaids on their arms. The men were in the traditional black tuxedos but wore fuchsia ties. The women wore the same color on what Logan would call very tacky dresses.

Just as he was about to look away, something caught his eye. He turned his head and looked closely at one of the maids.

Black hair, blue eyes, small frame, and pale skin…

He inhaled silently but picked up nothing but other women's strong perfumes. He coughed a little from the strength of the smell. Looking back up at the familiar woman, he leaned in closer to see her but she already past him so all he could see was the back of her head.

'It's either the one that got away or the one that ran away,' he thought. He prayed it was the former. Running all of their features through his head, he thought of one that was placed on the back of the neck that made one woman differ from the other. Looking hard at the back of this woman's neck, he noticed a burn mark that started right at the edge of her hair line down to the nape of her neck.

With a deep breath, he thought, 'From our encounter with Overload. Fall 2006.'

She walked up the steps that lead to the altar and found her spot among the other bridesmaids. She turned – her face to the crowd.

'Raven…'

His heart raced in his chest. He knew he'd find her again but he didn't know it would be today of all day's. Emotion upon emotion started to fill him – happy, angry, joyful, sad, relieved, hurt, foolish, infatuated, just a hoard of emotions that he didn't know what to do with. Just when he was about to lose it he felt someone crawl on his lap.

He looked down and saw Amora crawling from one side to the other so that she could get a better look of the Bride coming down the aisle. Attending to his fatherly duties, he help her across the chair and stood, forgetting about the pale skinned woman momentarily. Once he was secure that she was all right, he looked back to the altar.

She was still standing there, completely unaware of his presence.

'That'll change at the reception,' he thought to himself before finally focusing on the ceremony itself.

Rr

"Hey Dean," Rachael greeted as she walked up to the bar, "A merlot, if you please."

He laughed as he reached for the bottles, "Hey neighbor."

Dean McLachlan was a bartender that lived in the apartment building above Rachael' she first moved in, he came down and tried to hit on her but Rachael wouldn't have it. One day, he came down and she was having one of her off days. He offered to make her a drink or two. Reluctant to the idea but needing a drink, Rachael said yes and they became friends – though he did make the ever occasional pass on her. He wasn't unfortunate looking. No, quite the opposite. His skin was the nice blend of coffee mixed cream. He had short black hair with a parting on the right side. He had hazel brown eyes with hints of green toward the iris.

She actually kinda liked him flirting with her... he just wasn't her type.

"Always a bridesmaids, huh?"

"That's because she doesn't leave herself available," Jerome said, appearing at Rachael's side.

Rachael rolled her eyes, "Here we go."

"Oh come on, if you would leave yourself open you and your little friend will be incredibly happy."

Handing Rachael her drink, Dean nodded, "He's right, you know."

"I don't care if he's right. Why should I leave myself open to some guy that may not be worth it?"

A bridesmaid by the name of Milly walked up alongside Jerome and said, "You'll never know if he is worth it if you don't try to meet someone."

"You meet too many people," Dean commented.

"Hey! We're not talking about me. We're talking about Rachael here."

Milly was another friend of Rachael's, thanks to Melissa. She was a red-headed, almost 30 with the body of a young, fit teenager, promiscuous realtor with blue eyes and a small southern twang in her voice.

"Anyway, the point is that five people agree with me. That you need a boy toy and you need to get it," Jerome interrupted.

"First of all, I don't need a boy toy. Two, who are the other two people?"

"Melissa and Ma," he answered blatantly.

"By the way, don't try for the groomsmen," Milly answered, "I already did. All married. Except this one." Pointing to Jerome, "He's gay."

"And loooooving it!" Jerome sang.

Dean snorted, "Cocktail hour has been open for 15 minutes and you already worked half the room. Wow, you're slipping in your old age."

"Nobody asked you, Dean!"

"Why am I friends with you three again?" Rachael pondered before she walked away.

Bb

"Oh, she is so precious," the woman in the white dress cooed to the tired girl in his arms, "How old is she again?"

"She's six," he answered. The little girl lifted her head from his shoulder and glared at him.

"And a quarter," he added.

The newly wedded bride and groom chuckled as she put her face back to his shoulder.

"Oh, she's going to be a handful she gets older," the groom chuckled.

"I don't even want to think about that," Logan chuckled as he searched the crowd. Nothing.

"So, have you heard from…Angel yet?" the bride asked hesitantly.

Locking eyes on the couple, he paused. Angel was always a sensitive topic for Logan. No matter how long it's been, Logan had been known to snap about his old girlfriend. He shook his head, "No and I don't think I ever will."

His friend, Sky nodded, "Her loss." He opened his mouth to move onto another topic but his bride beat him too it.

"She's going to need a mother at one point, don't you think?"

"It would be nice if she did but no, I don't believe she will need one," Logan replied calmly, "She's well taken care of."

"I didn't mean to offend or make it sound like you couldn't do it yourself. Plenty of people are single parents but I'm just saying –."

Cutting her off, he said, "That you think it'll be easier for me to deal with her when she gets older."

"Exactly."

Logan smiled inwardly, "I will admit it certainly would be great if someone could talk to her about the birds and the bees."

The couple laughed at the small joke, relieved he didn't snap at them for bringing the subject up.

Logan sighed, "Well, you guys have other guest to greet so I'll see you guys later. Congratulations, you two. Mazel Tov."

He walked away from the couple and over to the bar and ordered himself a beer.

"Can I have some?" his daughter asked when she saw the drink.

He laughed, "Not until you're 21, sweetheart."

"But I'm thirsty," she pouted.

He chuckled at her again, turning to the bartender, "She'll have an orange juice, please."

The bartender nodded with a smile and turned to fetch the drink.

"Why isn't she the most precious thing?" he heard someone coo.

He turned his head to see a red-headed woman, wearing a bridesmaids dress, smiling at his daughter.

He muttered a "thank you" and smiled at the woman.

"I bet she's daddy's little girl," she said.

He chuckled as he put Amora down and handed her, her drink, "That she is."

"You know, I've always thought that it burns when the daughter always turns to her father than she does to her mother. How does your wife feel about that?" she asked.

Logan sighed. It just wasn't his day, "I don't have one. Now if you'll excuse me."

And with that he turned and left, leaving the woman to regret her words.

Rr

"Way to go, Milly," Dean said, making another drink for another guest, "You scared off yet another bachelor for yourself."

"Oh well, how was I supposed to know he was a single parent?" Milly replied, "You men need to learn to wear wedding bands."

Dean rolled his eyes at her as he gave another drink to someone.

"But damn," she muttered as she watched the man walk away, "He's got a nice ass."

"Who's got a nice ass?" Rachael said, appearing by Milly's side again.

"You see that guy with the blonde hair, right there?" Milly pointed, "The one with the little girl holding his hand?"

Squinting her eyes, Rachael nodded. She looked down his back side and nodded in approval, "He does have a nice ass."

"You can serve coffee and cake on that ass," Milly laughed causing Rachael to chuckle.

"Hey Rachael, maybe you can try with him since Milly blew her shot," Dean suggested.

Flipping him The Bird, Milly added, "Yeah, let someone else get their kicks tonight."

"Lord knows you need it," Jerome said walking back up to the bar. "And what are you talking about, Milly? You're going to get your kicks with someone in this place tonight."

Milly inhaled, "True. But, Rachael, you're going to get yours with him."

Rachael shook her head, "What is you guys fascination with my sex life?"

"You're nonexistent sex life?" they all replied.

Ignoring them, she continued, "He's a married man anyways. Couldn't even if I wanted too."

Now it was Milly's turn to shake her head, "No, he's not. He's a single parent, though."

"Like that makes it better," Rachael countered. She asked Dean for another drink and turned back to Milly, "I'm not going to be held responsible for corrupting a child's mind because I want to have sex with her father."

"Well then, don't scream," Milly responded slyly.

Jerome gave her a high five.

Raven chuckled as she grabbed her drink, "You guys are insane."

Bb

Logan walked around looking around and over heads for the woman he saw at the wedding earlier. He had to see her. He had to talk to her. Maybe get some answers from her somehow.

Then, he saw her. Over at the bar that he was standing at moment ago all the way across the room. He pushed through the crowd, making his way there. His eyes were set on her and her alone. He had to see her.

The doors to the ballroom that they were waiting for to open. Everyone rushed in, including the familiar bridesmaid. He stopped walking, remembering he had someone else to tend to. He could continue on his search in the room later. He was bound to see her in there. He sighed and turned back to where his daughter was sitting and waiting.

She smiled up at him and bound off her chair. He held out his hand with a kind smile allowing her to put her small hand in his large one. Hand in hand, they walked together into the ballroom.

Changing days are here to stay.


A/N: "OMG! She updated sooner rather than later! WHAAAT?" Yes, I know it's surprising. It's surprising for me too. I ,honestly, didn't think I'd have this up with soon but my classes were cancelled all this week and I had nothing to do so I worked on this. I like the way this chapter turned out (even though it's not edited). Especially, since this chapter was written out first on paper, was originally was supposed to be the first chapter, and is altered to fit the story that I've created now. I hope you guys like this as much as I like it. Please read and review. Well that's all for now…peace!

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P.S. I dedicate this chapter to NinjaGinja. Thank you so much for your kind, kind words. To answer your one question, I don't know how long this story will last. Hopefully, not too long but no promises. Anyway, thank you so much. You really encouraged me to write this chapter up sooner rather than later.