At last, the day of the wedding had arrived. The ceremony was scheduled to start right at eleven, but everybody had been up since dawn preparing, even Sam, though that was just because Melanie and Carly had dragged her out of bed.

"We're leaving in twenty minutes!" Pam yelled up the stairs.

"Can you zip up my dress?" Melanie asked Sam.

"I love these dresses, they're so pretty," Carly said happily, examining herself in the mirror.

"Where's Stella?" Sam asked.

"Already downstairs," Melanie answered, putting on a pair of earrings.

"I wonder how Ella's doing," Carly said. "She's probably nervous. I called Spencer this morning and he was a wreck. I hope the Dorffman's aren't torturing him too much."

"Eh, he'll be fine," Sam said. "Everybody whose about to get married feels like that. When our Uncle Carmine got married for the fifth time, he puked on his wedding cake."

"Oh yeah, that was disgusting," Melanie nodded.

"We should head downstairs," Carly said, checking the time. "We'll be leaving any minute."

…..

Cary, Sam, and Melanie arrived at the park at about half past nine. Spencer, Freddie, Mrs. Benson and the Dorfman's were already there.

"Wow, this place looks great," Carly said, looking around at the beautiful scenery. "It's so romantic."

"Thanks," Spencer grinned, adjusting his tux. "How do I look?"

"Very snazzy," Carly laughed. "Where's dad?"

"Him and granddad will be here soon. They went to pick up the wedding cake."

Freddie, meanwhile, was ogling Sam, who looked amazing in her light pink bridesmaid gown. Sam noticed this, but instead of yelling at him, she decided to allow it. She did look pretty hot, after all.

"Okay," Spencer said. "Mrs. Benson and Freddie are going to seat people when they get here. I'm going to go wait for the reverend, can you girls go help Ella's sister with the reception stuff?"

"No problem," Carly said. "You still feeling anxious?"

"What me? No way!"

"Dude, you're sweating like a pig," Sam pointed out.

"It's hot!"

"Come on," Carly smiled, grabbing her best friend's wrist. "Let's go help Margaret."

The reception was going to be held on the beach, a short walk from the pavilion where Spencer and Ella were getting married.

"Looks like Margaret got the tables set up," Sam said as they approached the reception area.

"Looks like that's all she did," Carly whispered.

"Oh, finally some one comes," Margaret said as the three girls came over. "I've been slaving away here for over an hour! This maid of honor thing sucks, there's too much to do!"

Margaret was Ella's younger sister. She had hot pink hair and three piercing in each ear and a tattoo of a shower on her chest.

"I thought Ella was making you dye your hair back to blonde before the wedding," Melanie said.

"Eh, she can deal with it," Margaret shrugged. "It's not like I'm the one up there getting married."

"She's going to kill you," Sam pointed out.

"Look, just help me set up the refreshment table. The catering guy is supposed to be here soon to start setting up."

"Where does it go?" Carly sighed.

"By the dance area."

"Dance area?"

"That patch of sand over there!"

While it was no easy task, the four had managed to set up the reception area by ten thirty.

"You guys!" Carly's granddad called to them. "Hurry up! The wedding's going to be starting soon!"

"We're coming, granddad," Carly replied.

The girls headed back to the park, where many guest had begun to arrive and were being led to their seats by either Mrs. Benson or Freddie.

"Hey, you guys," said Socko, Spencer's best man, coming over to greet the teens.

"Hey, Socko," Carly smiled. "Everything going good?"

"Yeah. Well, except, Sam, your family's kind of weird."

"I know."

"Ten minutes!" Ella's mother exclaimed, rushing over. "Socky, you and Margaret get ready. Bridesmaids; find your groomsmen and cozy up!" And with that she hurried away to help the flower girl, one of Sam's cousins' daughters, with her basket.

"Sam, you're family's nuts!" Freddie said, walking over after having finished seating everyone. "That one guy over there asked me if I spoke penguin!"

"Oh, that's just Uncle Groam. He's never been the same after that water skiing incident."

The other two groomsmen, Carly's cousin Tank and Ella's brother Jerome finally arrived. Freddie was obviously going to be with Sam, Carly with Jerome, and Melanie with Tank.

"This wedding better not take forever," Sam muttered as her and Freddie linked arms as the organ began to play. "I'm starving."

Freddie chuckled. "When are you not?"

The flower girl was the first one to walk down the aisle. Since there were boys young enough in either family to be the ring bearer, the couple's wedding bands sat safely beneath the rose petals of the basket. Next Socko and Margaret, then Carly and Jerome, Melanie and Tank, and Sam and Freddie, and than finally; Ella.

She wore a pear-white gown, with lace sleeves and a long veil covering her face, her father escorting her down the aisle. Spencer grinned as his wife-to-be reached the alter. The couple recited their vows, and at last, the reverend pronounced them husband and wife. Cheers and claps, and many hoots and whistles from Ella's side of the family, erupted as the couple leaned in to share their fist kiss as husband and wife.

….

"This is such good pork!" Sam said happily, gulping down the meat at the reception.

"I'm surprised you can taste it the way you're inhaling it," Carly laughed, properly cutting her salmon into bite-sized pieces.

"Years of practice," Sam said, taking another piece of pork off Freddie's plate.

"You know, maybe I actually wanted some of my food," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"That sucks for you, then."

"Hey, everyone! Attention!" Margaret yelled, tapping her glass with her spoon. "So apparently I'm supposed to announce the new bride and groom's first dance together, so…Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Shay!"

Everyone cheered as the bride and groom got up and headed to the dance floor.

"Wow, who knew Spencer could dance so well," Sam whispered.

"Well he has been taking Socko's grandma to the ballets for years, he probably picked up a few things," Carly pointed out.

Once the song ended, other couples began coming onto the dance floor.

"Sam?" Freddie asked.

"No way."

"Oh come on. It'll be fun."

"No."

"But you're a great dancer!"

"That is true," Sam said thoughtfully. "Okay fine. Hold on, though." She reached down and un-strapped her shoes. "Those things were killing me."

Freddie smiled, as him and Sam, who was completely barefooted, made their way onto the dance floor.