Elena rolled over trying to get more comfortable in the bed. Her arm stretched across the empty space. She furrowed her eyebrows and slowly opened her eyes when she felt the cool material of the sheets. Elena didn't have long to ponder on Caroline's whereabouts though; she was roused into an alert state by the sound of a shrill scream coming from outside of her room.

Elena jumped out of the bed and tore open the door. She rushed forward to still her daughters flailing arms. "Miranda! What's going on? Miranda?"

Miranda slowly settled down and stared at her mother with panic filled eyes.

"What are you doing, sweetie? It's five in the morning."

"Mom?" Miranda blinked owlishly at Elena before looking all around. "I don't know what I'm doing. I'm okay though."

"You're not alright, Miranda. You're sleepwalking," Elena sighed and stroked Miranda's hair away from her face, "again."

"Again?" Miranda whimpered leaning into Elena's touch. "When do I sleepwalk?"

"Whenever you get nervous," Elena pulled Miranda into her arms and gently stroked her back, "or sick."

"Mom," Miranda struggled to escape her mother's embrace. "I'm not a baby mom." She backed away to glare at her mom.

"I know," Elena sighed, "but you'll always be my little girl. It's not too late Miranda. I can sort everything out; the wedding malarkey."

"What do you mean malarkey?" Miranda tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes.

"It's just a figure of speech."

"No it's not," a vein throbbed in Miranda's neck as she clenched her fists. "It's not a figure of speech." She pointed an accusing finger at Elena, "You think I'm stupid for getting married; that it's an unnecessary label."

"I won't pretend to understand – "

"Of course not," Miranda's voice slowly raised in volume as she felt a flush creep up her face. "You did just fine without a man. You didn't do marriage and babies," Miranda huffed, "you just did the baby thing."

"Why are you taking it out on me?"

"I'm going to do things right mom," Miranda ignored Elena and said the one thing she had been dying to say for as long as she could remember. "I'm going to get married. My kids are going to grow up knowing who their dad is; because not knowing is horrible." With that she stormed off towards the beach.

Elena was about to follow when she was distracted by a horrendous sound coming from the kitchen.

"Stefan," Elena groaned when she saw what her employee carried, "what are you doing with those?"

"You've upset them," Stefan pouted when he lost the rhythm; Klaus and Aaron snickered when they saw the anger flashing in Elena's eyes. "We found the bongos in the cellar. Are they yours?"

"No," Elena shook her head remembering the last time she had seen the bongos. She decided to ignore them in favour of barking out order in a fashion that would have made Caroline proud. "What sort of wedding is this than?" She glared at the groom and motioned to the state he was currently in. "Aaron go and take a shower, you're a mess."

Aaron gave her a mocking salute before heading off in the direction of his room. "And just where do you think you're going?" She grabbed Klaus' sleeve as he tried to follow Aaron.

"To scrub the groom's back, love," he declared in a thick English accent.

"Oh no, no, no," Elena shook her head before steering him in the direction of the kitchen again. "You are going to make sure the champagne is on ice. And then I want you to lay out the tablecloths, cutlery, and glasses," she stopped him with a hand on his arm again to give him a pointed look. "Polish them first."

"Yeah, Klaus," Stefan chuckled and tapped out a new beat on the drums.

"And you," Elena turned to glare at him. "You take the boat out."

"Why?" Stefan frowned at her.

"The guests want to dive down to look for more pearl necklaces."

"Come on, Elena," Stefan pleaded when she took the drums away to set on one of the tables. "We planted the ones that Aaron found."

"Just do it, Stefan!" Elena shrieked and pointed towards the shore line. "It will keep the guests happy until the wedding starts."

Stefan nodded before leaving to plant more necklaces in the shipwreck. Elena watched him go before staring forlornly at the drums.


One of us is lonely

One of us is only waiting for a call

Sorry for herself

Feeling stupid, feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all

They passed me by

All of those great romances

Because of your robbing me

Of my rightful chances