Amanda and Viktor were just sitting next to each other in silence on the sofa when all of a sudden, a wild knocking and banging began, making Amanda shoot upright as she was about to drift off to sleep.

"Who in the world do you think that is?" Viktor wanted to know as they both got up and headed toward the door.

"I don't know who it is," Amanda replied. "Probably someone related to me. I hope it's not my dad."

"It's not your dad!" A voice yelled from the other side of the door. "It's me, Rosalie!"

"Rosalie?!" Amanda called out and quickly opened the door.

"Would you like me to tacitly excuse myself so you two can talk to each other without me?" Viktor asked.

"If you're scared she'll judge you for being with me when you were my teacher, she won't."

"Yeah, I won't, even though I'm still getting used to the fact that Amanda's living with a teacher," Rosalie told him, then quickly grabbed Amanda's hand and brought her to a sofa. "When were you gonna tell me you're engaged?"

"I was at some point!" Amanda told her. "I swear! How'd you hear about it?"

"Your mom told my mom," Rosalie said simply. "Apparently your dad is still working on dealing with it and she needed some time away from him. Poor man."

"It's really nothing new," Amanda told her. "He's felt that way with all my sisters. I just get the longest period of mourning cause I'm the last one." She paused. "I mean, for now I'm the last one. No doubt others will come along at some point."

"Do you think it would help if I talked to your father?" Viktor asked. "Or do you think we should just leave him alone and let him do what he will?"

"I think that sending you over to see him now could be a bad idea," Amanda replied. "Let's just leave it alone and I'm sure things will get better."

"All right," Viktor nodded. "That's good to know."

Rosalie looked back and forth between them and shook her head. "This is just so odd, but it works."

"Glad you think so," Amanda told her. "So what's going on in your life?"

"Well, Aaron and I are a couple now," Rosalie told her. "And I finally had to tell him that my dad killed his mom."

"And you're still a couple after that?" Amanda asked in amazement.

"Yeah," Rosalie nodded. "He even asked me to give hm some of my blood the other day.

"Well, in a way that's good, isn't it?" Amanda asked. "He's accepting that part of you."

"I suppose," Rosalie nodded, then swung back to the subject of Viktor and Amanda's wedding. "Am I gonna be a bridesmaid?"

"You don't have to be if you don't want to," Amanda assured her quickly. "I've always gotten the impression that it's not really your thing."

"No, I would be glad to be in your wedding if you want me there," Rosalie assured her.

"All right," Amanda nodded, making a note not to put the bridesmaids in really poofy, pastel-colored dresses. "I'm glad to know you're coming. It makes me feel more relaxed already." She paused. "Now, did you inherit your mother's ability to plan things, or was it just Vivi that got that?"

"I can plan," Rosalie assured her. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."

"You're lucky to have such a good friend," Viktor observed.

"Yeah," Amanda nodded and leaned over to give Rosalie a hug. "I am."

"How do you do it?" Elijah asked Matthew as Christine brought him some water. "You didn't get a lot of time with Selina. How do you not look at me and see me as the person who's stealing your daughter away?"

"Well, naturally I don't feel like I need to miss her since she comes to see me frequently," Matthew told him. He then studied Elijah. "You have the same fears she does, don't you?" He asked. "That people are going to leave you and not come back?"

"I suppose," Elijah nodded. "Although you'd think I would be used to it after a thousand years, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know," Matthew shrugged. "It's not up to me to judge."

Elijah's jaw dropped a little. "Do you have a single flaw at all?" He asked.

"I did needlessly leave my daughter and wife alone for several years after I became a vampire and it messed 'em up real bad," Matthew reminded him. "That's a pretty big flaw. But back to you, just…just trust that Amanda will stay in your life. I know it's hard to do, but you'll help yourself a lot in the long run."

"Yeah," Elijah nodded and took a drink. "Right. I've managed it with the other girls. Even Laura, and that was really hard. So I don't know why it's so hard this time when I've always managed before. Maybe it's cause Amanda's gonna be the last one in who knows how long that I raised from babyhood."

"You still have me, Dad," Christine blurted out. Elijah turned and gave her a look. "Did you just call me 'Dad'?"

"Yeah, I did, sorry," Christine nodded. "You're more of a 'Father' person, aren't you?"

Elijah shrugged. "You can call me whatever you like. It doesn't matter."

"Well, good," Christine replied, still shocked about what had just slipped out of her mouth. That and how natural it had actually felt. Even though they'd only known each other as parent and child for a short time, he'd been more of a parent to her than her mother had ever been.

They stared at each other for a while, and then Christine reached out to give him a hug and just held on for a little bit, while Matthew looked between the two of them and said, "Well isn't this nice?"

Then they talked a little more and Elijah left feeling much better about Viktor and Amanda's upcoming wedding.

"Amanda is getting married," Selina told Amy as Amy let her into her house. "Elijah's having trouble dealing with it, but I've done all I could to help him with the big stuff and nothing's really worked yet. Maybe Laura or someone will do a better job than I'm doing. I hope so."

"You know, sometimes, that's all you can do," Amy nodded. "You work and you work and it just comes out as nothing." She then flushed a little. "But don't listen to me. I'm just being silly."

"I don't think you are, but I won't press the issue unless you want me to," Selina replied. She then leaned against the sofa and took a breath before saying to Amy, "You wanna try out my new car? It's really fancy."

"You got a new car?" Amy asked. "When did that happen?"

"A few days ago," Selina replied. "It was part of Elijah's retail therapy. I didn't feel I needed it, but you know, I thought he would only get better if I accepted it, so…I did."

They got up to head to the door and then Amy said, "Just a minute," and then ran downstairs.

"Klaus," she told her husband who was sitting in one of his big leather chairs and watching TV. "Selina and I are going out. I don't know when we'll be coming back."

"All right," Klaus told her. "Have a good time." She then went upstairs and she and Selina left to put the pedal to the metal.

They drove around in Selina's car as fast as they dared (out of respect for Amy, Selina didn't go fast enough for them to get stopped by any policemen), grabbed a couple of coffees, and then headed back home where they talked a little more.

Then, once Selina was gone, Amy went back to her normal life, doing laundry. She had a load of jeans to do and as she put them in, a piece of paper fell out of the back pockets of one of Klaus' pairs. Amy picked it up and unfolded it, seeing a number, and the name "Renee". With a sigh, she thought to herself about how to approach this. She had to talk to him. She couldn't just let it go. But she didn't plan on yelling. They were growing apart and it was natural that he would get another woman's phone number. She was probably someone he met at the bar. Amy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. That put her in the clear, and made her feel a lot less guilty about wanting to leave him.