The white church of Rosewood, which gave off a happy glow, seemed unfitting due to the occasion. People dressed in black clothing, suits and dresses, entered the church wrapped in warm coats. Alison was sitting in her husband's car, staring at the church. She didn't want to go inside, he didn't seem ready to go in either.

She was wearing a black dress, ending above her knees. It was one she had owned for a few years, lost and forgotten in her closet. Black was never really her color. Rollins was sitting next to her, twisting his wedding band on his finger. He was wearing an all black suit, even the collared shirt her wore was black. The days had gone by, and he seemed to look older by about ten years. His eyes had dark bags under them, and he seemed out of it. Both of them were out of it.

"Is it an open casket?" Rollins asked, his voice hoarse from a cold and barely above a whisper.

"No, it's closed," Alison responded, staring at the open doorway of the church.

"Okay, I guess that's a little better," Rollins sighed, tapping the steering wheel of his car. "We should probably go in. The mass starts in five minutes."

He opened the car, and fixed his button up coat as he got out of the warm car. He stretched slightly, and smiled and shook hands with a man who walked by. Alison watched him. Within seconds he was able to go from tired and sad to happy and cheerful just to greet someone he knew. When the man and his wife walked away, he turned to look at Ali, who was still in the passenger seat.

"You coming?" he asked, bending down to look at her.

"Yeah...yeah I'm coming," Alison said, pushing away the guilt in her stomach as she got out of the black Audi.

The air was cold, and a small wind blew through the town that stung her eyes and made them water. She walked around the side of the car, and towards the church. Rollins fell into sink next to her, and placed his hand on her lower back as if to help guide her.

Things were a bit strained between them, under the circumstances it was a bit expected. As they walked closer, sad organ music could be heard from within the church. Alison stopped abruptly in the street, looking inside the church. She could see people moving about, as well as a large photo of Rowan. It looked like a senior yearbook photo, but Rowan didn't even make it to her senior year before she dropped out.

She was sitting in a grassy field, with her back against a large oak tree. On her lap was a baby, who looked about a year old. Alison assumed it was Olivia. Olivia was smiling widely with her mouth open and looking adoringly up at her mother. Rowan was looking down at her, smiling just as wide. She looked so young, and was probably eighteen in the photo if Olivia was only a year old.

"What's wrong?" Rollins asked, stopping and turning around to look at Alison.

"Nothing...nothing," Ali said, shaking her head as she walked to keep up with Rollins. "Let's go."

They entered the warm church, the smell of incense was present throughout the church. The church was relatively full, but that was no surprise. Rowan may not have been well known around Rosewood, but the Fields' family was. Many people came to show their support. Ali and her husband walked down the pews of people, spotting many students from Rosewood High. They were most likely there to support Olivia. Alison spotted one of Olivia's best friends, who smiled slightly at Ali upon seeing her.

Emily was talking to the same older couple that Rollins said hi to on the way in, her eyes flickering to see Alison and Rollins as they approached. When she was finished talking, she side stepped towards them.

"Hey, I'm so glad you guys could make it," Emily said, reaching out to hug Alison.

Alison hugged her tightly, wrapping her arms snuggly around her body. After a few moments, Emily released her. To Alison's surprise, Emily then turned to hug her husband. Rollins hugged her tightly as well, his eyes closed as he almost seemed to grip Emily with all he had.

"Of course," Rollins said, upon releasing Emily from their hug. "Where's Olivia?"

"Oh, she should be with my great grandmother," Emily said, turning around slightly. "In the second pew from the front."

Rollins excused himself, and began maneuvering his way towards Olivia. Emily turned back to Alison, who was watching Rollins pursue his daughter. Alison admired Emily's dress. It was black, with one shoulder strap that flowed down her body. The dress took away from the large brace on her left leg.

"How are you?" Alison asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Um, I'm good," Emily sighed. "Could be better but good. Are you two coming to the after party at our house after the burial?"

"I think so," Alison said. "I'm sure that-"

"Hey Em," a voice cut in, causing Ali's voice to fade out. Alison turned to see Hanna and her fiance Caleb coming up from behind her. Hanna was wearing a black dress, and it was definitely eye drawing. Not in a bad way, in fact, Alison wished she had a dress similar to Hanna's. Caleb still had a bit of whiskers on his face, but his hair was styled back a bit with some water. He was wearing a black collar shirt, with a white tie.

"Hanna," Emily smiled and let out a sigh of relief. She hugged Hanna, longer than both Ali and Rollin's hugs combined. Alison watched, her jaw tightening slightly. She left Hanna and Emily behind in search of Rollins, feeling awkward the longer she stood there.

When she found Rollins, he was talking to Emily's dad. Alison froze, her dad didn't look very happy with Rollins. His jaw was tight and his arms were crossed, but he kept a polite conversation with Rollins.

Alison looked around, seeing that Aria and Spencer had now made their way over to Emily. Spencer glanced over at Alison, and smiled politely. Alison smiled back, but turned around when she felt a hand on her back.

"Why don't we take a seat?" Rollins asked, guiding her towards in empty pew right behind Olivia and Emily's great grandmother.

Olivia was talking with her great grandmother, who had one of her frail hands on Olivia's, patting it slightly as she talked to Olivia. She looked like she held a million stories, and Alison tried not to listen in as she sat down with Rollins.

Emily took her seat in the front row, two in front of Ali. She was sat next to her father, who had his arm comfortingly around her. The whole funeral mass was relatively a blur for Alison. She was trying to ignore the churning feeling in her stomach, still feeling as though she caused all of this.

When Emily's dad went up to the pew to share his stories of Rowan, Rollins cried softly next to her. She hadn't seen him cry since his best friend was diagnosed with cancer. She rubbed her hand on his back, similar to the way Emily's dad rubbed Emily's back. He had his head bent forward, with his head in one of his hands. His sobs were quiet, but they were there, and his hand was getting wet from the tears.

Olivia's time to stand at the podium and share the stories of her mother were worse, even Alison shed a few tears. The guilt was eating her from the inside out, even though she shouldn't be feeling guilty at all. She kept her eyes on the shiny black coffin throughout the service, and only broke free from her trance when it people began exiting.

"Come on," Rollins said, wiping his eyes. "Let's get out of here."

"Now why is such a beautiful young lady looking so sad? I know it's a funeral, but it looks as if you have something else on your mind."

Alison looked up from staring at her wine glass, to see a very old woman sit down slowly next to her. She needed a cane to walk, and it took her about ten seconds just for her to sit down fully. Alison recognized her as Emily's great grandmother.

"Oh, sorry. I'm not really in it today," Alison said, setting her glass of wine on the coffee table. "There's been a lot going on in my life."

"I figured as much. Tell me, are you a friend of Emily's?" she asked, looking at Alison through thick glasses.

Her great grandmother looked like Emily, but who in her family didn't, her wrinkled skin was just darker. Just looking at her, Alison could tell that when she was younger, she was very beautiful. But that was expected with those damn good Fields' genes. Her hair was a pure white, and tied in a intricate bun. She was wrapped in a sort of shawl, and her manicured fingers were rubbing her cane.

"Uh, yeah. We're friends," Alison responded, smiling politely. "How did you know?"

"I suppose you're expecting me to say some old poetic thing, but really, it's just that you seemed around the same age," she responded, laughing lightly. "I figured you didn't know Rowan, no one really knew Rowan in her last few years."

Alison didn't know how to respond, instead she smiled slightly.

"Did you get a chance to taste the popovers that Emily's mother made? One of my favorite reasons to come here," she said, closing her eyes slowly. "That, and to see my relatives of course."

"Hey! Alison, sorry I've been running around, I didn't really get the chance to talk to you."

Emily walked into the living room that her great grandmother and Alison were sat at.

"Oh, no worries at all!" Alison smiled slightly, her stomach still churning. "You don't have to keep me entertained, Rollins and I just stopped by to pay our respects."

"Perfect," Emily smiled, giving Alison a thumbs up. "Thanks for keeping my great grandma company though!"

"She likes you," Emily's great grandmother chuckled upon Emily exiting the room. "She smiles wider when she sees you."

"Who wouldn't want someone like Emily in their life?" Alison asked, trying to fend off a smile as she watched Emily retreating back into the crowd of people.

"Alison? What are you doing up here?"

Alison froze, and quickly placed the picture frame back onto Emily's dresser. She turned around, and clasped her hands together in front of her body.

"Sorry, I uh, I needed some air," Alison responded, smiling slightly. "You know from all the people. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh no, not at all!" Emily smiled, closing her bedroom door behind her. "I was actually up here doing the same. No matter how many funerals I go to, I still can't get over the fact we're throwing a party because someone died."

"I get it. I know how it feels," Alison said, smiling slightly. "Look, there's actually something I wanted to talk to you about...if you don't mind."

Emily's smile turned to a small frown, "Yeah, of course. What's going on?"

Emily sat down on her bed, and Alison followed. Alison reached for Emily's hand, and took it in hers before giving it the gentlest of squeezes.

"Look, this is going to sound stupid, but I still feel really bad about what happened...like really, really bad," Alison sighed.

Emily stared at her for a moment, almost frowning as she searched Alison's eyes. Alison chewed her bottom lip nervously.

"Ali, what happened to my Aunt Rowan is not your fault at all," Emily said, firmly yet calmly. "You can't beat yourself up over it. She was in over her head, and had been struggling for a while. You can't blame yourself for what other people do. She's the one that messed up, not you."

"Emily, I was the one that told her that Rollins' ignored Olivia for the majority of life and that he had moved on!" Alison said, her voice rising. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you I went, and I feel awful that all of this happened I just-"

"You don't need to prove anything Ali, to any of us," Emily said, quieting Alison by stroking her thumb along her hand. "What you told her was the truth, he ignored Olivia and he was married to you. Everything is going to be ok, please just believe that."

Alison, who was looking at their hands in her lap, looked up into Emily's brown eyes. They were so sincere, maybe she should just listen to her. She needed to stop worrying about the entire situation, Emily wasn't even the slightest bit mad at her for what happened.

As if knowing exactly what Ali needed, Emily tugged on Ali's arm and pulled her into a hug. Alison melted into her body, and placed her head in Emily's neck. Emily's perfume always smelt good, a brought a comforting sense of relief as she inhaled. Emily kissed the top of Alison's head, and rubbed her back in soothing patterns as she rested her chin on Ali's head.

"Do you want kids someday, Em?" Alison asked, breaking the silence. People could be heard down below, laughing and chattering, unaware of the two girls who had broken off from the crowd.

Emily sighed, and continued to rub Ali's back. "I'd like to think someday I would have kids of my own. Maybe one or two, hopefully they'd be angels, I really am a sucker for crying kids. I would not be able to reprimand them at all honestly," Emily chuckled.

Alison smiled, "You'd be a great mother, Em. I can already tell," she said. "Even if you can't reprimand them, you can have your wife do that. You could be the sweet mom that puts bandages on their knees and gives them extra dessert."

"I would so be that kind of mom," Emily said, letting out a breathy laugh. "You really think I'd be a good mom?"

"The best," Alison responded.

"I guess I better get going on that baby making then," Emily teased, causing Alison to push Emily off of her.

"Honey you are too young to be having babies," Alison said, as Emily continued to laugh.

"So? I can live my life! Slow dance, get married, have kids, even grow old!" Emily laughed, standing up.

"When was the last time you even slow danced with a girl, Miss Emily Fields?" Alison laughed, as Emily slow danced around the room, holding onto an imaginary person.

"Senior prom," Emily said, pretending to sing a slow dance song. "Five years I guess."

"Oh come on, do you even know how to slow dance?" Alison asked, standing up to stop Emily.

"Of course I know!" Emily scoffed, holding out her hands. "I'll show you."

"Where's the music?" Alison asked, taking Emily's hands.

"We can make our own music!" Emily said, starting to hum softly.

"No! We have music or we don't do this," Alison laughed, steadying Emily who almost lost her footing and fell on top of her.

"Fine! Fine, hang on," Emily said, pushing off Alison.

She walked to the stereo by her dresser, and plugged in her phone. It looked a few years old, there was nothing new or special about it. She watched Emily go into her drawer and pull out her cell phone. Emily fiddled with her phone for a few moments, and Alison watched her go onto Spotify and hit shuffle.

Music filled Emily's room, and Alison instantly recognized the song. She bit her bottom lip, and looked at the floor. This was definitely not the song she should be dancing to with Emily.

"Didn't they always say we were the lucky ones? I guess that we were once, babe, we were once."

"Not this song," Alison spoke up, causing Emily to frown.

"Why not?" Emily asked, moving to switch the song.

"It's just…I don't know. Not this song," Alison repeated. How did Emily have this song on her phone?

The song stopped, causing Michael Buble's smooth melodic voice to stop. Emily's hands fumbled with the iPhone dock, and the door to Emily's room opened. Alison turned her head, as her husband's head peeked into the room. He side stepped into the room, smiling slightly in their direction.

"I thought I would find you in here," he said, shrugging into his wool coat. "I'm about to head out, if you want to head out as well."

"Um, yeah...yeah I'm kind of tired," Ali responded, shaking her head. She stood up from the bed, and fixed her dress awkwardly. "I guess we're heading out."

"Right of course," Emily smiled slightly, glancing at Rollins. "I'll show you guys out."

"You have a really nice house Emily, thank you for inviting Alison and I," Rollins smiled, placing his hand on Ali's lower back to direct her out of Emily's room.

It was close to dinner time, and the essays that Alison was grading were spread out across the dining room table. She was stuck grading a particular essay, whose thesis was weak, but somehow turned made very detailed and valid argument points. She was chewing on the edge of her pink pen, reading over the second paragraph again before deciding to correct it.

Just as her pen was about to hit the paper, the doorbell to their house rang. It was a traditional "ding dong", and rang throughout their large house. Alison looked up from the paper, wondering if she or Rollins had ordered anything. She hoped it wasn't a salesperson, but maybe it was Girl Scout cookies.

"I got it!" she heard Rollins call, followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps. Alison looked back down, and began writing on the paper. "Cite your quotes correctly!" she wrote on the margin.

A few moments later, Rollins entered their dining room. He held onto the doorframe, and used his hand to support his weight. His eyebrows were knit together, revealing age lines on his forehead.

"Hey...there's a police officer here for you. He said he has a few questions to ask you," Rollins said. "He's in the front hall right now, do you want me to bring him in or-?"

"No, I'll come out. Hang on," Alison said, clicking her pen closed. She stood up from the dining room chair, a bit disappointed that she had to abandon grading the papers. She wanted to get them done by the next day, but it seemed that may not be the case if she was going to keep being interrupted.

She followed her husband out of the dining room, and into the front hall of their house. An officer was standing by the front door, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the chandelier of their house. He was middle aged, a bit older looking than Rollins, with his dark curly hair graying on the sides of his head. He was light skinned, and had a well structure jawline that looked like he could cut butter with it. The badge on his uniform read "CALDERONE" in white letters, and Ali recognized him. She had seen him around Rosewood before.

"Officer Calderone," Alison greeted shortly. "Is there something that I can help you with?"

"Uh, please, it's Lorenzo," Lorenzo said, extending his calloused hand. Alison shook his hand cordially, as Rollins went back upstairs to finish his TV show. "I have a few questions involving the suicide of Rowan Fields, it shouldn't take too long."

Alison froze, and her eyes widened. Why were they questioning her? This wasn't her fault, what happened wasn't her fault.

"Um, of course," Ali said. "Would you like to come to the living room? It may be a bit more comfortable than here."

"That would be great," Lorenzo said, his blank expression faltering as he smiled slightly. "Lead the way.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Ali asked, trying her best to keep the growing nerves out of her voice.

"Uh yeah, could you get me some water please?" Lorenzo asked. "Sorry I haven't really gotten the chance so sit down today."

"Yeah sure," Ali said. "The living room is right ahead, just head on in through the sliding glass doors. I'll go grab your water and be right in."

"Thanks," he said, barely looking at Ali before entering the living room.

When Alison returned, she found him sitting on their sectional. His notepad was sitting on their coffee table, and he was texting on his phone while he was waiting for Alison to return. Ali held the glass of water firmly in her hand, and took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves.

"Here's your water," Ali said, walking around to sit next to him on the couch.

Lorenzo took the glass of water from her and thanked her politely. He took a long drink, giving Alison a few moments to settle herself on the couch. He sighed after finishing the water, and placed the empty glass on the top of the coffee table.

"Listen, I don't want to waste much of your time, but we're just looking into the death of Rowan Fields. You were the last person to have outside contact with her, so I just wanted to follow up on a few things," Lorenzo said, picking up his notepad.

"Of course," Ali said, crossing her left leg over her right.

"What was your reason to go and see Rowan? You don't seem to have any family connection to her," Lorenzo asked.

"She and my husband had a child together sixteen years ago. Their daughter is actually one of my students, Olivia Fields. I was searching through some stuff a week or so ago, and I found letters that Rowan wrote to my husband. The letters admitted that they had a daughter together, and my husband had been denying it for the period of time Olivia had been alive," Alison explained, pausing as Lorenzo scribbled down notes in the notepad. "Really the only reason I went was to get more information about what my husband was keeping from me."

"And when you went, that escalated into more than just finding out information, correct?" Lorenzo pressed on.

Alison paused, thinking about what she was going to say next. "Yeah, it did unintentionally escalate. I do admit I lost my temper, but if I had any idea on what Rowan would've done, I wouldn't have-"

"I understand, I'm just getting some information. The prison she was in just wanted to do a follow up," Lorenzo said. "Do you think I could get some more water?"

"They were questioning you?" Emily asked Alison, as Alison snuggled into her side.

The arm that Emily had draped around Ali's body was rubbing small patterns into her hip, being careful not to go any higher or lower. They were sitting in the back of Alison's car, listening to the radio and blasting the heat.

It was a bit unexpected for Emily, since Alison had given no advance warning. She just showed up at her front door, complaining about being stressed from the day's events. Emily went with her of course, how could she say no when Alison looked at her with those eyes?

"Yeah, this cop came to my house and was asking about her," Alison explained, wrapping her arm around Emily's middle. "He smelt funny, kind of like cigarettes and booze."

Emily chuckled, "You think everyone smells funny," Emily said, rubbing Ali's cheek as she looked up at her.

"You're right, I do," Alison smiled. "You smell pretty good though."

"I hope so," Emily said, continuing to rub the area on Ali's cheek bone.

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" Alison asked.

"What?"

"That night at Noel's lake party when we hid out in your car because your ex girlfriend was looking for you," Alison laughed. "What was her name?"

"Paige," Emily chuckled. "I'm surprised you forgot. You two didn't get along."

"Shit," Emily mumbled, ducking behind Alison slightly.

Alison frowned, they had been talking for a few minutes in Noel's backyard. Emily caught eye of someone she was hoping that she would not see that night, but of course she had to show up looking for her. Or did she just show up to be an annoyance?

Alison turned around, and saw someone walking out of Noel's backdoor. She instantly recognized the girl, her anger instantly flared up inside her. Paige had been dating Emily, much to Ali's dismay. She loathed every second of their relationship, mostly due to the fact that she couldn't have Emily for herself at this point.

"It's okay, I'll cover you," Alison said, grabbing Emily's hand. "Grab my hand, and follow me ok?"

"Okay, I just don't want to deal with any drama tonight," Emily said, reaching out to intertwine her fingers with Ali's.

"Don't worry, you won't have any of that tonight," Alison said, turning back to glare at Paige, who was looking around Noel's yard. "Not while I'm here."

Ali side stepped a few feet, and pulled Emily with her. She kept Emily shielded behind her, and continued to pull Emily into the large bushes on the side of Noel's yard. Once they were shielded, Alison dropped the red cup she was holding on the ground.

"Run," she said, laughing slightly as they exited the bushes and made it to the road.

Car after car were lined up on the street, all belonging to high school students. Emily held Ali's hand tightly as they ran down the line of cars, as Ali tried to search for her own.

"Wait, wait, wait," Emily said, pulling Ali to a stop. They both were slightly out of breath, and a good fifty feet from Noel's house. "This is my car."

"Are you going to drive home?" Ali asked.

"I would if I wasn't drunk," Emily sighed. "I really can't go back there. I'll just hide out in my car."

"Are you sure?" Ali asked.

"Yeah, just until this wears off. I'll drive home later," Emily said, waving Alison off.

"At least let me keep you company," Ali said, as Emily opened the back door of her car.

"Don't feel the need to. I know you have friends back at that party," Emily said, looking back at Ali.

"I don't give two shits about them. Now move over!" Ali said, pushing Emily slightly so she could climb into the backseat with Emily.

The pair remained like that for most of the night, and ended up falling asleep on top of each other. Emily remembered Alison talked in her sleep, well it was more of a mumble, and she was a big cuddler. She had Emily locked tight in her arms, giving Emily little move to roll around. Emily barely knew Ali, well, not as well as she knew Hanna or Aria or Spencer. It was weird having the popular girl sleep on top of her, mostly because she didn't think Alison noticed her much.

Emily woke up before Ali, just as the sun was rising. It must've been 5AM, and Emily was completely disoriented. When she realized who had been sleeping on top of her, her disorientation subsided. Though, she never knew Ali like she knew other people, in that moment she felt, maybe she did know her.

"You have a very vivid memory, Alison," Emily smiled, looking down at Alison.

"I could sleep with you here just like we did five years ago," Alison smiled. "Do you want to?

"Rollins is going to be looking for you," Emily sighed. "You shouldn't stay out too late."

"But I want to," Alison said, bringing Emily's face down to kiss her lips softly. Their lips remained pressed together, though none of them made any movement. Alison nuzzled her nose on Emily's, and breathed deeply as she kissed her lightly again.

Alison pushed on Emily, gently pushing her back onto the backseat.

"Just you, just me. You don't want that?" Alison asked, as she began to straddle Emily's hips.

How could Emily say no?

It was a few days later, and Emily had joined Hanna to taste test wedding cakes. Caleb had handed off the cake tasting to Emily, mostly because he joked his taste pallet was nothing close to Hanna's, and his only request was not to have the cake taste like pineapple. Hanna didn't seem to mind, she knew Caleb wasn't picky with cake, other than the fact he hated pineapple flavoring.

"This one's weird, it's like Strawberry Shortcake just shit in my mouth," Hanna grimaced, and pushed the strawberry flavored cake with white buttercream frosting away from her.

Emily wasn't a fan of it herself, being someone who preferred chocolate herself. The cake actually did taste a bit like strawberry lip gloss, like the kind every girl used to have when they were six. Emily frowned herself, and set her fork down.

They had already tried six different cake flavors, and none seemed to stand out to Hanna. She had mentioned she wanted something different, something a bit unique.

"If people taste a unique cake, they're more likely to remember details of our wedding," Hanna said, when she pushed away a simple vanilla flavored cake.

"How told you that?" Emily asked, taking another bite.

"No one, but I bet it's true," Hanna said, trying to find the lady who worked at the cake shop they were at. "We need something, unique."

"So, Em, have you started working on the bachelorette party yet?" Hanna asked, as they waited for a different cake to taste.

"I'm still trying to think of a place we could actually go," Emily chuckled, picking at the cake on the small plate in front of her. "I was thinking of a male stripclub, but then I remembered I'm gay and that wouldn't really be all that fun for me."

Hanna snorted, and covered her mouth as she laughed. "I think that's about the funniest thing I've heard all day. I actually can't believe you considered it."

"I can't either," Emily sighed, as a pale green cake was set down in front of them, with ivory colored icing. "I'm not going to tell you where it is, it's a surprise for a reason Hanna. You're the bride after all."

"You know how I hate surprises!" Hanna whined, picking up a clean fork.

"Who likes surprises though?" Emily asked, taking a bite of the cake.

Her tastebuds erupted at the tangy flavor that entered her mouth. It was a bit zesty, and a very subtle sourness. Emily's eyes widened at the contrast of the sweetness in the ivory colored frosting.

"Oh. My. God," Hanna said, looking at Emily. "Is it possible to have an orgasm from cake?

"You're disgusting," Emily laughed, pushing Hanna slightly. "I'm guessing you like it?"

"I love it! This is the kind of cake I've been looking for!" Hanna said, taking another bite. "As much as I love just sitting around and eating cake, I wish we were shown this one first!"

"So that's a yes to the cake?" Emily asked. "Are we done here?"

"Excuse me, miss," Hanna said, ignoring Emily's comment. "We were just wondering what flavor cake this was, I think we've found the match."

"That's key lime pie dear," the older woman said. "If you think you've found the cake you like, I can bring over a forum and we can finish designing your cake and pick the date you want it done by."

"Excellent," Hanna smiled.

Emily's phone began vibrating in her pocket, and she ignored it by pressing the mute button on the side of her phone. She continued to talk to Hanna, until her phone began vibrating again. She frowned, and muted her phone once more.

A few seconds later, Hanna's phone began going off. A hit song played as her ringtone, and Hanna looked down at her phone to see who it was.

"It's Spencer, she's probably calling about the dress fitting," Hanna said, answering the phone. "Hey Spenc,"

Hanna's facial expression changed from a small smile, to a concerned look within a few moments.

"She's in the hospital now?" Hanna asked, frowning. "No, yeah, she's right here."

Hanna quickly held out her phone to Emily, almost throwing it at her so that Emily could talk to Spencer.

"Hey Spencer, what's up?" Emily asked, frowning as she waited for the news. She hoped nothing had happened to her, or Aria.

"Hey Em, just wanted to let you know that Alison's in the hospital," Spencer said. "I just got a call, she hit the back of her head on something and split her head open and blacked out. I'm not sure what happened, but she needed a bunch of stitches. I don't know if you wanted to come down here, her husband was with her when it happened but it seems he's walked off at the moment. You may want to come down here though, I'm sure she would really appreciate it."

"Wait really?" Emily asked, her stomach tying in knots. "I'm in the middle of cake testing with Hanna, we'll be able in about half an hour."

"I'll give you a ride there. Don't worry, we'll go check up on her," Hanna said.

"If that's alright? It's really not that big of a deal I can-"

"Emily, your friend needs you. It's totally fine. You would do the same for me," Hanna smiled.

"I just hope she's okay."

take a few moments to review, it means a lot :)