Author notes: Just to clarify this is from Isabel's POV. And sorry for the shortness of it but I wanted to get something out there (

After a few moments of silence I watch as Maria stares longingly at Liz's ring, yes my sister is a hopeless romantic something I've never been. I mean love who needs it? I have everything I could ever ask for and more so why should I share it with some low life who's probably only after, either my money or my good looks?

But I must admit Liz does seem happy, I wonder who the cough lucky man is. It seriously better not be one of those losers, or that jerk from back in the day. I remember the first day of high school it had been so terrible, he had 'accidentally' dumped pudding in my hair! I mean was it an accident? I don't think so and plus my outfit had been completely ruined and it had cost more then all of his outfits combined!

I do somewhat find it odd that Maria and Liz remember each other, it feels like so long ago cause we had left and they still remember who they are. I wonder if anyone remembers me? Other then as Isabel Deluca fashion model extrodinare, I mean I know I was so perfect before but now I feel so dream like you know? Like I'm just some character out of a book that everyone looks at but they're not really seeing me.

I guess Fashion Ratings magazine was right when they said I was too perfect, but then what do a bunch of losers known anyway? How can anyone be too perfect? It's not possible is it?

Taking a deep breath I shake out of my thoughts noticing as Maria stands up, "Where are you going?" I ask standing up too. I am not going to be left alone here like some dog.

"Sit down." She ordered and I raised a perfectly arched eyebrow 'Who is she to tell me to sit down?'

"No." I say definitely.

"I'm only going to the little ladies room." She huffs as she storms off shaking her head, okay so I overreacted but still I don't want to look like a loner, who would ever picture me sitting in some rot diner by myself?

"Whatever." I mutter rolling my eyes as I watch Liz go up behind a tall dark haired man and give him a hug. This must be her fiancé, I muse as I watch her smile and he grins.

"Whatever." I mutter rolling my eyes as I notice Liz sneaking up behind a tall dark haired man, I feel stupid as she envelops him in a hug. So that must be her fiancé. I muse as I watch her smile up at him, damn they're too sickening sweet for my taste. I mean I've never been much for public display of affections, unless I had to show that I wasn't this cold old prude.