*
On New Year's Eve, a blanket of snow covered the ground and the newspaper had a headline announcing Tagliati's arrest in connection to Ric and Faith's murders. Dillon said someone on the inside probably ratted him out. By the end of the day, Tagliati was released on a technicality and Scotty Baldwin deposited a sizable check into his bank account.
Dillon and Georgie celebrated New Year's Eve in their apartment. Standing on the balcony outside their bedroom, they watched the fireworks in the dark, snowy sky. Across town, Maxie made hot chocolate and snuggled up next to Kyle on the couch as they watched the ball drop on television. Emily and Nikolas were at the all night grocery store at midnight, picking up some ice cream and pickles for Emily's cravings.
So much had changed in the course of a year.
* Two Weeks Later *
"Ok, I'll see you ladies later," Dillon smiled as he turned to walk out of the bridal shop. Georgie, Maxie and Emily had tagged along with him to the city for the day. He had meetings planned with Ryan and they were going to do some shopping for the wedding. Today was the day they were finally going to decide on her dress. They had looked everywhere with no luck, and this was a last stop. It was the most exclusive shop in town and Georgie had been hesitant about even coming inside.
"Bye," the girls called over their shoulders, distracted by the displays in the lobby of the shop. Everything looked amazing, and expensive.
The saleswoman that Dillon had arranged to help them brought out a book and lay it on the counter in front of them.
"You can try on anything you like, but here are some of our latest designs."
"Oh," Georgie shook her head "I couldn't get one of these, they are way too expensive."
"But, your fiancee assured me there was to be no price limit, for you to decide on which ever one you wanted."
"He did?" she grinned.
"Yes, we arranged it all yesterday."
"Well, in that case look at them," Maxie insisted, opening it to the front page.
"There are also some original designs in here as well," the saleswoman continued.
"I don't know how I'll ever decide," Georgie marveled at the photos and sketches. Everything was so beautiful but it had to be perfect.
Georgie smoothed the skirt out as she stood in front of the mirror.
"Come on Georgie," Emily beckoned from outside the dressing area "Let's see it."
She continued to look at herself in the mirror.
"Georgie!" Maxie yelled "We want to see it sometime before the wedding!"
With one last glance, she opened the curtains and stepped out in front of them. But nobody said anything, everybody just stared.
"What?"
"It's perfect," Emily finally spoke.
"Wow," Maxie laughed "You have to get this one."
They started to examine the dress more closely. It was satin, strapless with an empire waist and a little trim of diamonds around the top.
"Are you going to wear your hair up or down?"
"Up, I think, I don't know," Georgie laughed "I'm not sure."
"I'm going to get the veil that came with this dress," Maxie insisted, rushing out of the dressing area with Emily close behind.
Georgie stood in front of the panoramic mirrors, spinning around. They were right, it *had* to be this dress. When she glanced up, she found Dillon staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. She quickly spun around.
"Hey."
Silence.
"You're back early."
Nothing.
"Are you all right?"
"You look so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled, spinning around another time.
"So you like it?"
"It's amazing, *you're* amazing."
* Two Weeks Later *
Georgie took a deep breath as she opened the door to the PCPD. Mac was on duty today and she had put everything off long enough. He was sitting at his desk, filling out a report.
"Mac?" she walked up behind him "Could I talk to you?"
He glanced up at her, then back down at his paperwork.
"Sure," with a less than enthusiastic tone.
She sat down in the chair across from him and leaned up on his desk. This wasn't going to be easy.
"My wedding is in two weeks."
He nodded his head and put his pen down.
"I know. Georgie have you lost your mind? I mean, haven't I told you enough about this man to convince you to leave him alone?"
"Mac, you've been trying to convince me to do that for years, and it hasn't worked yet. I know that you don't like Dillon."
"That's an understatement."
"I know that you think I'm in danger, and you know maybe you're right. But I love him, and he loves me, and it hasn't gone away for twelve years, and it's never going to go away."
"What about when he left you? You were depressed for months. Hasn't he hurt you enough?"
"You don't understand why he left."
"I don't need to Georgie. All I know is that he *did* leave, and long before that he had wore out his second chance with me."
"But not with me. *I'm* the one marrying him, not you. I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing it whether you like it or not...but I would really like for you to be there."
"Oh, I'm supposed to support this now?"
"Mac, I want you to walk me down the aisle and I know that you don't approve, and that's fine, but *I* need you there."
"I'm sorry," Mac shook his head "I can't."
On New Year's Eve, a blanket of snow covered the ground and the newspaper had a headline announcing Tagliati's arrest in connection to Ric and Faith's murders. Dillon said someone on the inside probably ratted him out. By the end of the day, Tagliati was released on a technicality and Scotty Baldwin deposited a sizable check into his bank account.
Dillon and Georgie celebrated New Year's Eve in their apartment. Standing on the balcony outside their bedroom, they watched the fireworks in the dark, snowy sky. Across town, Maxie made hot chocolate and snuggled up next to Kyle on the couch as they watched the ball drop on television. Emily and Nikolas were at the all night grocery store at midnight, picking up some ice cream and pickles for Emily's cravings.
So much had changed in the course of a year.
* Two Weeks Later *
"Ok, I'll see you ladies later," Dillon smiled as he turned to walk out of the bridal shop. Georgie, Maxie and Emily had tagged along with him to the city for the day. He had meetings planned with Ryan and they were going to do some shopping for the wedding. Today was the day they were finally going to decide on her dress. They had looked everywhere with no luck, and this was a last stop. It was the most exclusive shop in town and Georgie had been hesitant about even coming inside.
"Bye," the girls called over their shoulders, distracted by the displays in the lobby of the shop. Everything looked amazing, and expensive.
The saleswoman that Dillon had arranged to help them brought out a book and lay it on the counter in front of them.
"You can try on anything you like, but here are some of our latest designs."
"Oh," Georgie shook her head "I couldn't get one of these, they are way too expensive."
"But, your fiancee assured me there was to be no price limit, for you to decide on which ever one you wanted."
"He did?" she grinned.
"Yes, we arranged it all yesterday."
"Well, in that case look at them," Maxie insisted, opening it to the front page.
"There are also some original designs in here as well," the saleswoman continued.
"I don't know how I'll ever decide," Georgie marveled at the photos and sketches. Everything was so beautiful but it had to be perfect.
Georgie smoothed the skirt out as she stood in front of the mirror.
"Come on Georgie," Emily beckoned from outside the dressing area "Let's see it."
She continued to look at herself in the mirror.
"Georgie!" Maxie yelled "We want to see it sometime before the wedding!"
With one last glance, she opened the curtains and stepped out in front of them. But nobody said anything, everybody just stared.
"What?"
"It's perfect," Emily finally spoke.
"Wow," Maxie laughed "You have to get this one."
They started to examine the dress more closely. It was satin, strapless with an empire waist and a little trim of diamonds around the top.
"Are you going to wear your hair up or down?"
"Up, I think, I don't know," Georgie laughed "I'm not sure."
"I'm going to get the veil that came with this dress," Maxie insisted, rushing out of the dressing area with Emily close behind.
Georgie stood in front of the panoramic mirrors, spinning around. They were right, it *had* to be this dress. When she glanced up, she found Dillon staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. She quickly spun around.
"Hey."
Silence.
"You're back early."
Nothing.
"Are you all right?"
"You look so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled, spinning around another time.
"So you like it?"
"It's amazing, *you're* amazing."
* Two Weeks Later *
Georgie took a deep breath as she opened the door to the PCPD. Mac was on duty today and she had put everything off long enough. He was sitting at his desk, filling out a report.
"Mac?" she walked up behind him "Could I talk to you?"
He glanced up at her, then back down at his paperwork.
"Sure," with a less than enthusiastic tone.
She sat down in the chair across from him and leaned up on his desk. This wasn't going to be easy.
"My wedding is in two weeks."
He nodded his head and put his pen down.
"I know. Georgie have you lost your mind? I mean, haven't I told you enough about this man to convince you to leave him alone?"
"Mac, you've been trying to convince me to do that for years, and it hasn't worked yet. I know that you don't like Dillon."
"That's an understatement."
"I know that you think I'm in danger, and you know maybe you're right. But I love him, and he loves me, and it hasn't gone away for twelve years, and it's never going to go away."
"What about when he left you? You were depressed for months. Hasn't he hurt you enough?"
"You don't understand why he left."
"I don't need to Georgie. All I know is that he *did* leave, and long before that he had wore out his second chance with me."
"But not with me. *I'm* the one marrying him, not you. I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing it whether you like it or not...but I would really like for you to be there."
"Oh, I'm supposed to support this now?"
"Mac, I want you to walk me down the aisle and I know that you don't approve, and that's fine, but *I* need you there."
"I'm sorry," Mac shook his head "I can't."