Hey, Guys, I felt like this took forever for me to upload, but here it is. I'm also fiddling with another story in my head. Probably Camp Rock based, but I haven't put anything on paper yet.

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It was hard to explain what happened with Joe and me in front of his mom. So I took Maddie and Dallas back to the dressing room with me to talk. I told them the whole story. Of course Maddie took it well, seeing as she was in love with Frankie. But Dallas was on the wall about it.

"I'm just unsure about this, Demi." She stated, fingering the dresses that were hanging up. "You guys decided to stay together after a one night stand. You can't possibly think this is going to work."

"I do, actually, think this going to work." I snapped. "I called you here to support me. Not to belittle me."

"Can you guys just stop?" Maddie said. "I miss all of us being together. I'm tired of the fighting. Like, this is a special day for Demi and all you care about is ruining it, Dallas."

"Maddie…" Dallas said.

"I am thirteen and I know how to speak up." She stated. "You guys should not be fighting."

"You're right, baby girl." I stated. "Why don't you guys go sit out there with Joe and them? Maybe even pick out some dresses."

I mentioned to Debbie, before she let Dallas, Maddie and I talk that I absolutely loved Pnina Tornai, Amsale and a certain Lazaro. She pulled some for me and I tried the Lazaro on first. It was a huge ball gown, in off white. It was a sweetheart neckline with a chapel train. It had very little bling, which I thought was classic.

I walked out in it and I could hear the gasps. Dani and Denise were covering their mouths in shock. I saw some tears come to Dallas' eyes. Joe just sat there with his mouth hanging open.

"What do you think, Demi?" Debbie asked.

"I love it." I said. "But I don't know if I would want to stay in it during the reception."

"Get two," Joe and Denise said simultaneously.

"I couldn't." I said.

"Demi, Joe and I decided that money was no object." Denise said. "Just get a second dress."

I conceded after Debbie put the veil on me. I was done. I was in tears and so was everybody sitting with me. I didn't even want to take this dress off, but I knew I had to. I went back into the dressing room and tried on some Pnina Tornai's. But none of them I liked. Debbie brought back another Lazaro.

Before she even put it on me, I could tell it was the one. It was a sheath gown, with a swept train, with embroidery all over the gown. It was sweetheart. So it was perfect. I showed the rest of them and they agreed too, that it would be perfect for the reception. Instead of getting a veil this time, Debbie put a beaded, rhinestone headband on my head. I have to say, I looked beautiful.

And now, I was a little less stressed and a little less worried to be getting married.