It was three days until they left for "The Manor" to prepare for the wedding. Ford had already left to make sure everything was in order and to ensure the Stan-o-War would be there for Dipper's bachelor party, as Pacifica had claimed the manor's pool for her bachelorette party.

"The Manor" was a beautiful, lakeside lodge style mansion with a natural stone fountain and garden outfront, a gigantic deck overlooking Lake Gravity Falls. The inside included grand foyer with a gigantic fireplace, grand staircase, cast-iron chandeliers, and wall-length mirrors. To the left of the foyer was a giant dining room and kitchen. To the right there was a ballroom. Upstairs there were enough suites for both sides of the wedding party to stay and get ready without bumping into each other on the actual day of the wedding. Basically is was luxurious enough to meet Pacifica's taste, and rustic enough to satisfy Dipper's, a perfect place for their wedding.

One wouldn't think that watching Pacifica running about the Mystery Shack, though. She had both hers and Dipper's phones held to her ears, calling people, as her beau calmly read his comic book on the living room, tuning her out.

"But-Mabel, where are the candleholders?" Pacifica asked, referring to the pine cone shaped candleholders that were going to be a part of the wedding favor packages.

Dipper could hear his sister on the other end:

"They got delayed one day, that's all."

"Wai-but, we leave in three days!" Pacifica cried.

"Which means we'll have two days to put them together, Princess," Dipper said.

"It's going to take forever to put the D+P's on there, though. Which leaves us even less time to put the favor bags together. Then we gotta go finalize the bouquet orders, and get the photobooth props, and- AUGH! My last fitting is tomorrow!"

"Pazzy-" Mabel called on the other end of the line. "We'll get the wedding favors together, that's what bridesmaids are for. Don't worry about it."

"Um...Pacifica, which shade of pink and blue did you say you wanted?" Stan asked from Dipper's phone being held on Pacifica's other ear.

"Navy and Coral," Pacifica answered.

"What?" Mabel asked from the other phone.

"No, not you Mabel. I'll call you back."

"No, wait, doll! I still need your help!" Stan called.

"No, I'm not hanging up on you Stan. I need 400 yards of Navy and Coral ribbons."

"Okay, but do you want silky? Or See through? Or...even more see through?"

"What?" Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose.

"There's like, ten different types of ribbons here, doll, which kind you want?"

"Um…"

"Do you even know what you want?" Stan asked.

"No, I thought that there wasn't so many-you know what, grab them all."

Pacifica's phone began ringing again.

"Someone else is calling, Stan. Let me call you back." She answered her phone. "Hello?"

"Yo, Pacifica," Wendy answered. "So, Logan is sick, so can we reschedule my last fitting?"

"Wait, what?"

"Logan threw up this morning. I don't want to risk getting y'all sick. Can-"

"So, you can't make it tomorrow?"

"No."

Pacifica let out a stressed groan. "Okay, I'll call and reschedule."

She hung up and rubbed her face, moaning in frustration.

The phones began ringing again. Before she could answer then, Dipper snatched them from her hands and answered them for her.

"Hello?" he asked on the first phone. It was Mabel.

"So, I think I can get the candle holders here on time-"

"Yeah, sounds great, do your thing and try not to call for another hour or two. 'Kay? Bye."

He then answered the other phone. It was Stan. "So, when she said all the ribbons, did she mean all-all?"

"Yup. Make it happen. Don't call for about 1-2 hours, okay? Bye."

He hung up and zipped both phones up in his jacket.

"Dipper! What if something goes wrong and they need to-" Pacifica whined as she leaned over the couch to fuss at her soon-to-be husband.

Dipper wrapped his arms around the back of her shoulder and flipped Pacifica onto the couch, forcing her to lie her head on his lap, trapping her down with his arms.

"You, my beautiful Princess, need to calm down," he said.

"Dipper, our wedding is in 6 days! How am I supposed to calm down?"

Dipper chuckled at her. "You have micromanaged every detail of this thing. It is literally impossible that something could go wrong with this wedding."

"You say that, but there are literally a million things that could go wrong! The flower could come out the wrong color. The dresses could not fit. The-"

"Sh," Dipper ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. "It will be fine. Hey, even if something goes wrong, y'know what?"

"What?"

"We'll still be married."

Pacifica sighed. "Yeah, I know you're right, I just-"

"You're just a diva who likes everything to be perfect."

"Hey!"

"Am I wrong?"

Pacifica crossed her arms and pouted. "No."

Dipper chuckled at her again and caressed her face. "Everything will be fine, so just relax, and enjoy it."

Pacifica sighed. "Okay, I'll try."

"Thank you," Dipper kissed her hand.

"So, what are you doing for your bachelor party?"

"Pacifica…"

"I'm not talking about the wedding, I'm talking about our bachelor/bachelorette parties."

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Fine. We're playing cards and singing karaoke."

Pacifica busted out laughing. "Tell me someone will be recording."

"No," Dipper flipped her hair into her face. "This is supposed to be my last chance to do something crazy without you making fun of me."

Pacifica pushed her hair out of her face. "Well, enjoy it then, because I will be demanding videos from every karaoke session you and your boys go on from then on."

Dipper made a face at her and she giggled.

"Well, what about you? What are you and your girls doing?"

"Having a spa day."

"Hah! You girly-girl."

"Yeah, girly-girl you're marrying."

"Yeah, 'cuz I'm not an idiot."

"Aw!" Pacifica beamed.

"I mean, you're the one who said yes, so if anyone's an idiot you are."

"No, I'm not!" Pacifica cupped his face in her hand. "I'm the luckiest woman alive."