"These are the girls I've told you about." Mrs. Fabray gives a guard a picture of Rachel and Mercedes. "They may yet try something else. We can't be too cautions. Are your men armed?"
Without answering the 3 guards revealed their guns. Two had their gun in holster at their waists, but the last one had his attached to his ankle.
"Good. Don't be afraid to use them." Mrs. Fabray nodded before speeding to talk with Charlotte.
"Are you sure there's enough guards?" Charlotte asked, watching the twenty guards spread around the estate.
"They denied my order for more." Mrs. Fabray answered. "The officers made a big mistake by releasing those two. Those rotten girls are out to ruin everything. I practically raised them. I should have smothered them in their little beds during one of those sleepovers." she threatened, entering the mansion.
"Come on." Mercedes whispered after watching Mrs. Fabray disappear inside. Rachel and Mercedes stood straight and strutted inside the wedding area.
"Mrs. Fabray?" a guard questioningly called out. Mercedes was wearing a blonde wig covered by a hat.
"Why are you loitering about." Mercedes imitated Mrs. Fabray. "You should be looking for those two awful girls." Mercedes made a disgusted face. Noticing the two guards still staring, she pushed her sunglasses farther on her nose. "What are you looking at. Am I the only person to fall asleep in a tanning bed?" Mercedes watched the guards' eyebrows raise. "I think not. Now move." She ordered causing the guards to obey with no further questions. "Why do you think acting is so hard?" Mercedes asked her friend.
"Try getting paid for it." Rachel pointed, looking up. Rachel peeked around her surroundings. "Let's go find a seat."
"I thought you wanted to find Quinn." Mercedes remembered.
Rachel shook her head. "I thought about what you said. I'm not going through with the plan."
"I think we should." Mercedes changed her mind. "We should split up and search." Mercedes strutted inside the mansion, leaving Rachel behind before she could ask any questions.
"I can't do this." Quinn conversed with her reflection. "I don't even..." She noticed her maid of honor enter the room. "Kitty, tell everyone the wedding is off and they can go home. I can't marry Sa..."
"You look absolutely gorgeous." Mrs. Fabray commented, walking into the room. Without a word Quinn rushed into the bathroom. "Pregnancy can be tough. Kitty, where's the vail?"
"It's around somewhere." Kitty simply answered.
"It's around somewhere." Mrs Fabray repeated, watching Kitty through the mirror. "Do you know why Quinnie made you her maid of honor?" Kitty didn't answer. Mrs. Fabray turned to her with a smile. "I don't know. Go find it." Mrs. Fabray ordered. "Find it." She yelled at the girl who didn't follow her orders the first time they were given.
Kitty rolled her eyes and exited.
"Mom, I can't do this." Quinn stumbled out of the bathroom. "I am not going to use Sam. He is really nice, but I don't want to marry him."
"Quinnie," Mrs. Fabray turned to her daughter "for centuries women have married for the wealth."
"No one has done that since the 30s." Quinn pointed. "Why can't you be a normal mother? A normal mother would want her daughter to be happy and only marry for love."
Mrs. Fabray laughed at her daughter's ignorance. "There is no such thing as love. Money is happiness. You WILL marry Sam and his money."
"Well, what am I suppose to do, huh?" Quinn yelled. "He's marrying me because of the baby. What am I suppose to say in a few more months when the baby is..."
"I'll handle it." Mrs. Fabray stated, walking out the room.
Mercedes searched the second floor, looking for Quinn. Hearing the loud clicking of heels, Mercedes rushed into the closest room. Standing behind the door she removed her hat and wig.
"Hello."
Mercedes dropped her items hearing the unfamiliar voice. She turned quickly, causing her black hair to fly lose. A boy and girl stood in front of her. The boy dressed as a groomsmen, but the girl wore a light yellow dress.
"Hey." Mercedes responded to the strangers. "How are you?" Mercedes asked, not sure if it was safe to step back into the hall. "I'm Mercedes, and you are?"
The blonde boy smiled, and stepped forward. "Steven Evans." He reached for Mercedes's right hand. "I'm doing better now that I know your name."
The girl tugged Steven back by the coat of his tux. "Stevie, give it up. She's too pretty for you. I'm Stacy."
Mercedes smiled at Sam's younger siblings. "It great to meet you two."
"The pleasure is all mine." Stevie stepped closer to Mercedes, returning to the place Stacy pulled him from.
"Aren't I a little old for you?"
"No." Stevie answered. "I'm a senior."
"In high school." Stacy rolled her eyes.
"Age is an issue of mind over matter." Stevie smiled. "If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
"You can quote Mark Twain, but you couldn't read the first 10 pages of 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'."
"Don't judge me." Stevie pointed at his twin. Like his brother, Stevie suffered from dyslexia.
"If you read actual books, and not those comics Sammy gave you, you would know who this is." Stacy pointed to Mercedes before turning to grab a book on the nearby table. "Mercedes Jones." She read the author's name on the cover. "Your book is really good." Stacy smiled.
"Beautiful and smart." Stevie smirked.
"And engaged." Mercedes raised her left hand.
Stevie released her hand and moved away. "Good to know."
"Stacy, please put on the dress." A voice pushed the door open. "I don't have time for this. I have to do… Mercedes."
"Hi, Sam." Mercedes softly greeted.
"What are you doing here?"
"I have to talk to you." Mercedes answered with a desperate look.
"Stacy and Stevie, can you give us a minute?"
The twins nodded. Mercedes and Stacy waved goodbye. When Stevie passed Mercedes he reached for her hand.
"Until next time, Ms. Jones." Stevie kissed her knuckles softly. Stacy pulled her twin brother out of the room by the back of his coat.
Hearing the door close, Sam heavily exhaled. "I told Quinn." Mercedes stood still waiting for Sam to continue. "She forgives you, but I don't think she'll trust me."
"I am so sorry." Mercedes apologized. "I should have never pressured you to tell her. I should have just..." Mercedes paused not knowing what to say. "I am sorry."
"Mercedes, Quinn and I are still getting married." Sam acknowledged. "And, you'll be marrying Matt." Sam waited for Mercedes to confirm it with a nod, but she didn't move. "That's what it said online yesterday."
"That's what it said online YESTERDAY." Mercedes repeated Sam and emphasized 'yesterday'. "This morning Matt did an interview and told everyone that wasn't true. The 20 carat ring was a birthday gift he gave me 3 years ago. I only wear the ring on my middle finger. Bad angle made it look like it was on the other finger."
"But, why are you wearing a ring now?" Sam pointed to the ring on her third finger.
"I don't like guys hitting on me at weddings, so I wear a ring. A girl can only hear 'everyone hooks up at weddings' so often." Mercedes explained. "Your brother is adorable, but I'm not going back to jail." She joked, but Sam's face stood still. The two stood in silence before Mercedes spoke. "Why are you marrying Quinn?"
"It's the right thing to do." Sam answered. "I can't let my child grow up without a dad."
"Quinn is..." She took a deep breath. "Quinn is..."
"Quinn is.." Sam repeated, waiting for Mercedes to continue.
"Quinn is..." Regardless of how hard she tried she couldn't tell Sam the truth. "Quinn is going to look beautiful in her dress." Mercedes smiled and left the room to return to the wedding area to learn Rachel never left.
Tina walked into the bridal room to find Quinn sitting in a chair, away from the mirror's reflection.
"What's wrong Quinn?" Tina asked the blonde now wearing a white sundress.
Quinn looked up at he matron of honor. "I'm not going out there." She answered and reburied her face between the covers of 'The Great Gatsby'.
"Why not?" Tina squared beside the chair, waiting for Quinn to answer.
"Quinn where is your dress?" Mrs Fabray stormed in.
"Hanging on the back of the door." Quinn answered, not looking over her book.
"You" she pointed to Tina.
"Her name is Tina, mother." Quinn corrected.
"Leave." Mrs Fabray ordered. Tina slowly stood and obeyed. Once Tina closed the door Mrs. Fabray yanked the book from her daughter's hands. "What are you doing."
"I was reading." Quinn sarcastically answered.
"You know what I meant. Why are you not dressed." Mrs. Fabray questioned her daughter who change out of her wedding dress. "The ceremony begins in 25 minutes. Put the dress back on."
"No." Quinn calmly answered.
"You are going to marry him regardless of your shenanigans. You can walk down that aisle in that."
Quinn shrugged her shoulders. Mrs. Fabray pulled her daughter up and forced her out the room.
Everyone stood as the last groomsmen and bridesmaid reached the ended of the aisle. Hundreds of eyebrows lifted, watching Quinn step out in a dress not fit for a bride. Quinn took a deep breath, and began down the aisle. Reaching the altar, Quinn reached for Sam hand.
"We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in matrimony." the minister began. "Marriage is a solemn institution to be held in honor by all. It is the cornerstone of the family and of the community. It requires of those who undertake it a complete and unreserved giving of one's self. It is not to be entered into lightly, as marriage is a sincere and mutual commitment to love one another." Both blondes looked at their connected hands, too scared to look into each others eyes. "This commitment symbolizes the intimate sharing of two lives and still enhances the individuality of each of you." The minister looks to Sam. "Samuel, do you take…"
"Wait!"
Please review.
I'm sorry that I have began to slow down on my posts. I've been busy with school, helping my sister with her Teen Wolf fic, and trying to think of another fiction to write when I'm done with this one. I wanted to bring the Evan twins in better then I did but I couldn't think of a better way. My lit. teacher was talking about symbolism in a story, so I tried to toss a little in this chapter.