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The next morning, Sydney hauled herself up out of bed.

She was still really tired, but she had a meeting with Vaughn.

After their meeting she could relax.

She had the week off from Sd-6 and from the CIA.

Right after her meeting, she was going home to start discussing wedding plans with Francie.

Sydney walked quietly into the warehouse and smiled at Vaughn.

He smiled back at her.

"What's up?" he asked.

Sydney sighed. "Franice is getting married."

Vaughn grinned, making his dimple appear.

"That's great. Is it Paul?" he asked.

Sydney had told him all about Paul.

"Yes, it's Paul. He asked her last night while they were watching a movie. She woke me up with her shrieking. She's ecstatic."

Vaughn chuckled softly, and then started looking through some papers to see if he had anything to discuss with her.

Sydney watched, as he bent his head over the papers and started shuffling them.

She sighed softly to herself and wondered, "Will Vaughn and I ever get to date, or get married like Paul and Francie?"

Sydney sighed again.

Suddenly, Vaughn looked up and smiled. "Yes" he said.

Sydney visibly started. Had she said that out loud?

"Yes what?" She asked with a shaky smile.

Vaughn looked puzzled at her weird behavior.

"It's just that, your sigh sounded like a 'Will it ever get better sigh?' So, I was saying yes. As in, yes it will get better."

Sydney gave a small, nervous chuckle. "Okay. Thanks. Do we have anything to discuss?"

"Nope, not really. Well except for, enjoy your week off" Vaughn said with a smile.

"Thanks again. And believe me I'm definitely glad for some time off. Although, I'm sure it's going to be all about wedding plans this week" Sydney said.

"Oh, speaking of wedding plans, Francie is waiting for me. I had better get going." Sydney said as she glanced at her watch.

"Okay. And have fun with those wedding plans." Vaughn called as she hurried out the door.

Vaughn sat in his car, thinking for several minutes after Sydney left.

As he started up his car, and pulled out he said, "I wish that it could be mine and Sydney's wedding that Syd and Francie are planning."

Then he sighed and said, "If only!"

When Sydney arrived back home, she found Francie sitting at the kitchen table. Bride magazines, wedding, and bridesmaids dress catalogs were spread all over the table.

"Hey Fran. Where did you get all of those?" Sydney asked as she laid her car keys down, and took a seat at the table.

"Some from the library, and some I bought" Francie said.

When she looked up at Sydney, her face was glowing.

"I wonder if I'll ever be that happy again, as happy as she is right now." Sydney thought to herself.

Francie jerked her out of her thoughts by squealing, "Sydney, I want to go look at dresses. I know that it's really soon to look for them, since he just asked me and everything. But, I've already picked the color that you're going to wear.

"Francie, that's great but you haven't even decided the date for the wedding.

What if you change your mind about the colors and stuff?" Sydney asked.

Francie looked stubborn. "I am not going to change my mind. I want you in green. Please let's go look."

"Ok. It's your wedding. But who else is going to be in the wedding party?" Sydney asked her.

Francie smiled at her. "Just you and Will. Will's going to be Paul's best man, and you'll be my maid of honor. We decided that we don't want a big wedding. We want a small one, with just family and close friends."

Sydney smiled. "Okay, sounds good."

Snatching her car keys back up, Sydney grabbed Francie's hand and said, "Lets go shopping!"

Giggling wildly, they raced for the car.

Seven hours later, in the twelfth store they finally found both of their dresses.

Sydney's dress was emerald green satin that sparkled when the light hit it just right.

Francie's was the traditional white. It had a belled skirt, and sheer sleeves that ran all the way down both arms. The entire dress had beads sown on and sparkles.

Next, they found a veil and tiara. Francie looked like a princess when she put it all on.

They both sighed with delight, paid for their selection of stuff, and headed home to fall into bed.

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