Victoire sat in her mother's white feathery gown, silently staring out the window, her hair and makeup already done.

"You okay, Vic?" Dominique's voice roused her from her thoughts.

She bit her lip. "I'm nervous," came the barely audible reply.

Dominique paused. "Do you love him?"

"Of course I do, Nicki!" Victoire sent her sister a disbelieving look, hurt visible in her eyes.

Dominique's lips quirked up slightly. "Then there's nothing to be nervous about," she stated calmly. "Just forget about all the mad people we call family and focus on Teddy. All that matters today is you and him."