(A/N Sorry it's been so long, but I'll update more very soon.)

"So when am I meeting May and Joe?" I whispered in Jack's ear. Kara eyed me suspiciously, but Rian just laughed. The table was a bit too small for my liking, and made me feel a bit claustrophobic, being too close to Ri and K, not to mention Lisa and Matt.

"What did I say about dirty talk at the table?" Kara stammered.

"It wasn't dirty!"

"Then why is Jack giggling?" Kara pointed.

"Because everything Grace says is dirty, shouldn't you know that already?" Jack smiled.

I smacked him hard, just before letting out a laugh.

Everything was great; Jack and I were on great terms; we were almost up to speed with Alex; and the wedding was coming soon. Nothing could be better.

"Okay, if it wasn't dirty, then what did you say?" Kara pressed.

"She said..." Jack opened his mouth to get me into trouble, but I knew him well enough now to know when to stop him.
"I said that I need to meet May and Joe. Happy?" I said with slight acid.

"Yes."

My phone buzzed my front pant pocket, and I retrieved it sneakily. Kara would kill me if she knew I was texting at Chilli's.

((Who is that girl? That blond you're sitting next to? Is she single?))

The text was from Alex, who sat across the restaurant, quietly eating by himself.

((None of your busi-

"What are you doing?" Kara inquired at mid-text. I hid my phone quickly before all eyes were on me. I smiled and scratched at my leg.

"I have an itch."

Of course my perv of a boyfriend bursted with laughter. But I loved him all the more for it.

"So Zack? Which is better; formal black, or uplifting white?" I asked. In my hands were two suits, one black and one white. I offered them to Zack, but from his eyes, I could tell his decision was already made.

"Casual and formal. Black is perfect. The only one wearing white should be the bride." Zack smiled at me, with those eyes that made me turn away. Get it together Grace, you're getting married, I whispered to myself. It truly was a wonder how Zack was still single.

"So should we go low cut and vest, or high cut and tie?" I mumbled. Wedding crap wasn't my deal.

"I think vests give a nice touch to the black. What's your favorite color?" Zack asks.

"Silver or blue." I answer.

"Silver is great for vests. Bow or tie?"

"Tie."

"I think we're done for the guys." Zack sighed contently.

I smiled with excitement. One step closer to my wedding. It was finally happening.

"So when do we start looking for my dress?" I edged. My dress was the most important thing to me about this wedding, but not as important as being bonded with Jack. I smiled at the thought.

Grace Barakat, I whispered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

That's when I saw it.

Zack and I had spent the last hour crawling around the Baltimore Bridal shop, only hoping to find everything we needed. I hadn't gone a second without thinking of my dress, but failed to find it. Until now. This dress was perfect.

I intermediately got the employee's attention, asking to try it on.

Behind the divider, I slid on the ivory laced dress. It was great in length; reaching the floor and more. It was a strapless empire bust, zipping up in the back, with minuscule beads everywhere. Once it was finally on, I crept out from behind the divider for Zack to see, and for my first look in the mirror.

Two gasps. First his. Then mine.

"Grace, that dress is beautiful, I don't know what to say." Zack whispered.

I turned to the mirror, twirling in my dress, finally seeing how I'd look on that day. It was all fun before the tears came. Not of sadness, but of the pure elated joy, and for the anticipation of July 14th.

(A/N July 14th is my birthday btw :D haha)