I just about have the entire story finished, so hopefully I will be posting a chapter every day!

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And…on with Chapter Seven!

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Chapter Seven

Mark didn't know what to do. Had he really seen what he had seen last night? He didn't want to believe it. Mimi seemed so happy with Sam, and he didn't want to break that. But he also didn't want her living a lie by marrying someone she didn't really love.

He thought maybe, just maybe, Mimi had just not known what had gotten into her, and the stress on her was probably unbearable. But when he saw Mimi and Roger hugging like that, his fears that Mimi loved Roger were confirmed.

What do I do? What do I do? he thought. If I tell Sam, he'll probably call off the wedding, and Mimi would be devastated. But I don't want them breaking up within the year because Mimi doesn't really love Sam. Oh, god, what do I do?

"Mark? Are you ok?" asked Sam with concern.

"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine." said Mark, smiling weakly.

"Well, the plane is probably landing right now," cut in Benny. "We better go."

"Ok…yeah…" said Mark distantly, not being able to get what he saw last night out of his mind.

"Mark, you sure you're ok?" asked Sam as he closed the front door behind them.

Mark twiddled the ends of his favorite navy-blue and white scarf. He always did that when he was nervous. He gave a big sigh. He might as well find out now rather than the day before their wedding he thought to himself.

"Listen, Sam. I'm not really sure if what I saw was…what I saw…But I think Mimi is…"

Sam eyes got wide. He grabbed both of Mark's shoulders. "…What?"

"She's uh…smoking!"

Sam looked a little confused at first. Then his face scrunched with anger.

"What? She told me stopped smoking a year ago!!"

"I know, Sam. And I'm sorry to bring this up right before the wedding. I just thought you should know."

Sam put his head in his hands, not knowing what to do.

"Well," he sighed, crossing his arms, "it's too cold to think about right now, and I don't want to do it while everyone is still here. So, I'll talk to her when we get back."

Mark patted his shoulder for comfort and they headed towards the car, where Benny had been warming it up for them.

Damn. Cohen, what were you thinking? Why didn't you just tell him? he cursed himself as sat in the backseat. Because you didn't want to see Mimi unhappy again. It's taken her so long to be completely happy, and you didn't want to spoil it.

Sam turned around to back out of the driveway, and Mark smiled at him warmly.

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"Oh, chica! I can't wait to pick up your dress!" squealed Gabby as the Marquez family trudged through the mall.

"Mimi, what are we doing for lunch?" whined her mother.

Mimi looked around. Shit. I forgot my family had suddenly become food obsessed. I wasn't planning on eating any lunch…

Mimi's face lit up when she spotted the food court.

"The food court, Mama. That's what I was planning to do."

Mrs. Marquez sighed and shook her head, mumbling something incoherent in Spanish.

"Ok, hijias," said Mimi's grandfather, sensing the tension, "You and Gabrielle go pick out some jewelry to go with that dress, and your Nana, mother, father, and I will pick up your dress and find somewhere to eat."

He handed Mimi $200.

"Oh, Papa! You shouldn't have!" exclaimed Mimi, throwing her arms around his neck. She knew times were tough for him and Nana. Her Papa still hadn't retired from his job because they couldn't afford it.

Her grandfather kissed the top of her head. "No problem, Chiquita."

Gabby linked her arm with Mimi's, and they headed of to Zale's.

An hour later, Mimi was frustratingly looking through the glass at the necklaces and bracelets. Nothing was cheap! It seemed everything she liked was at least $350.

"Chica, what about this?" asked Gabby, holding up the ugliest necklace Mimi had seen in her life. It was weighed down with 50 diamonds around the neck, and a fake-looking, giant ruby in the middle.

"No, Gabby. And look at the price tag!"

"Ok…how about this?"

Mimi turned and gasped at what she saw. It was a simple necklace, with a small, heart-shaped diamond in the middle. She had gasped because not only was it so simply beautiful, it looked exactly like the one Roger had given her for her birthday.

"Come here, try it on!" said Gabby eagerly as she pulled Mimi toward the mirror, pulled off the hoodie Mimi was wearing, and fastened around her neck.

It was perfect. Even with her baggy pants, tank top, and converse sneakers, Mimi looked beautiful. While admiring herself in the mirror, Mimi couldn't help but think. If I was marrying Roger, this would be perfect.

But you're not marrying Roger, you're marrying SAM. Mimi mentally slapped herself. But she couldn't get that thought of her head. She had figured at one point in her life that when she went shopping for her wedding, it would be for her and Roger.

"Oh, chica…It's gorgeous. We're buying it." Gabby squealed.

Mimi took off the necklace, and was unpleasantly surprised when she found the necklace was $400.

"Forget it, Gabby. We can't afford it."

Gabby looked thoughtfully at the necklace on Mimi, and then at her wallet.

Mimi followed her gaze. "Gabby, NO. I can't afford it, and neither can you."

"Mimi…" Gabby murmured. "You deserve this. You've waited your whole life for this wedding. I don't care what you say! I'm buying it! With the help of that $200 of course…"

Gabby grinned sheepishly and Mimi giggled as she gave her the money.

They walked out of the store hand in hand.

Mimi turned and gave Gabby a big hug.

"Gracias, Gabrielle. I love it." Mimi felt a few tears coming to her eyes. Despite her sister's wackiness, she loved her very much.

"No problem, Meems. Now, let's go find our parents, I'm starved!"

Mimi laughed and followed her sister up the escalator. The day would have been perfect (except her parents grumbling on how they were sick of cheap food), except Mimi could not get Roger out of her head. She thought she forgotten him after their conversation this morning, but actually, it had made it worse!

I do not love Roger Davis. I do not love Roger Davis. I do not love Roger Davis…

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For those of you who were waiting for more, believe me, the rest of the story is very…cliffhanger?

I don't know.

Anyways,

I should tell you, I should tell you. I love reviews!

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Chapter Eight, on it's way!