Sora gasped as she saw Padme pull out the dress. Frills and lace covered every centimeter of it, but they we're the type of over exaggerated frills that Sora so despised. There seemed to frame the gown in just the right way, making any woman who wore it look beautiful. She bit her bottom lip and looked over at Padme.

"There is no way I could wear something so lovely Padme. I'm just not the type…" Sora tried to say. Padme cut her off.

"What are you talking about? You're beautiful Sora! You must wear a gorgeous gown for your wedding!"

Sora felt her heart leap as she heard the word "wedding". She looked at the chrono and calculated that it had been exactly 1 hour since Obi-Wan had asked her. After they had parted their ways, agreeing to be married at sunset before they had to leave the planet, Sora ran straight to Padme's room begging for help. Padme had also found Jalia who was all too delighted to assist them.

"But this is so…fancy and regal; I would never feel comfortable wearing something of yours…" Sora tried to push it away, but Jalia suddenly butted in.

"Sora will you chill? This is your wedding!"

This time when the word was said, Sora physically jumped, just a little bit but both the woman noticed. Padme smiled. "Don't worry," she said softly. "You'll get used to it."

Sora blushed at the comment, her thoughts drifting to her husband-to-be. "It's not everyday a girl gets married," She reasoned out loud. Jalia and Padme exchanged all knowing looks before taking the dress off the hangar and staring to undo Sora's belt. Sora's thoughts remained on Obi-Wan and the women slipped the dress over her head, Sora spoke again.

"Do you think I'm right to do this?" she asked softly. Padme, who was fastening the gown in back, signaled for Jalia to answer.

"Sweetie, you will never ever regret doing this," Jalia smiled. "Besides, you've got the best man!"

Padme joined in, "Oh without a doubt! Why Obi-Wan's the most charming man I know who's never gotten married!"

Sora started laughing as the ladies began filling her in on all the idiotic things Obi-Wan had done in his life that made him so irresistible. Sora listened closely, laughing at all the right places and sending her appreciation out to theses women through the force. After a while, Sora noticed that the dress was completely on her.

Silencing the woman, she stood up and walked over to the mirror, twirling around to get a good look. She almost didn't recognize herself. In the gown she felt like a princess, a maiden waiting to be saved by her handsome knight. Obi-Wan's face flashed into her head and she felt herself blush. Padme and Jalia came over on either side of her, both of them grinning.

"You look beautiful Sora," Jalia said in awe.

"Where did this dress come from Padme?" Sora had to ask.

"It was my own wedding dress," Sora and Jalia could see the young Senator trying to hold back her tears. "Ani and I got married almost as quick as you and Obi-Wan, Sora."

Fear clenched at Sora's heart as she felt Padme's pain over loosing her husband. What if something like that happens to me? She thought. What if…?

Her thoughts were intruded by Obi-Wan's comforting presence in her mind, wondering what was wrong. Her fear drained away and she basked in his love for her. As she opened her eyes, she wiped one tear away before turning to Jalia.

"What was your wedding like Jalia?" Sora asked.

"Mine was a pig sty," she admitted. "Terrik and I were married by some random priest we found on Coruscant. It cost us all of five credits to get the marriage certificates," She smiled as she remembered the memories. "Terrik apologized over and over, begging my forgiveness that we couldn't get married in a real ceremony…" Jalia's voice drifted off and the uneasiness filed the room.

Sora recalled for the first time that both these women had had hard marriages, and both had lost their husband.

Sora bit back her fear as she picked up the veil, the last few rays of sunshine streaming through the window. As she walked out of the room, Jalia's voice stopped her.

"You'll be fine Sora," she said with all seriousness. "Obi-Wan is a better man than Anakin or Terrik would ever be."

Sora's eyes widened and she turned to Padme, who nodded a conformation of Jalia's words through her tear filled eyes. Sora rushed up and embraced them both once more, her own tears starting to come.

"Thank you my friends," she whispered.



Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath as he saw Sora quietly walk around the corner towards the private gardens of Aldaraan. She looked beautiful in a wedding gown of white lace that trailed to the floor, clinging to her in all the right places. She smiled as she noticed him and turned back to listen for footsteps one more time.

"You look ravishing," he whispered to her as he took her arm.

She giggled a sound that he didn't hear too often. "You look rather robust yourself this evening."

Obi-Wan didn't bother to hide his smile. He wasn't wearing much more than some formal Jedi robes that he had found in Anakin's old clothes, which Padme had kept.

"Here we go," Sora sensed Obi-Wan's excitement in the force as they came up to the priest who led them in their vows.

As they recited them, she saw the last few streams of sunlight fade over the hills. The sky turned a deep purple and pink, shading them in the beautiful gardens.

"Do you have the rings?"

Sora gasped. Rings? Why didn't they think of that before? She calmed down though when she saw Obi-Wan pull something out of his pocket. Opening the case she saw two perfectly smooth white-gold bands. One was embedded with three white jewels which Sora identified as the same crystals she had used to make her lightsaber.

She looked back to Obi-Wan. "It looks like you thought of everything."

"Never leave loose ends," he grinned. Sora's heart melted in his cute smile, she had missed him doing that to her.

The rings were exchanged. The vows were said.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Sora smiled as Obi-wan came in for the kiss. As they met, their force connection flared and Sora felt her mind truly open to Obi-Wan, and his truly open to her. She brought her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Obi-Wan took hold of her waist, fitting the gentle curves of her body next to his very athletic form.

When they finally pulled apart, Sora saw tears streaming down Obi-Wan's face.

"You're not gonna back out on me now are you Jedi?" she asked, with very little of her famous sarcastic hint embedded in the comment.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not now, not ever."

He took her by surprise and lifted Sora off the ground, twirling her around and laughing with joy. Sora let her hands fly free and she giggled as the last rays of sunlight totally diminished, sending them into almost complete darkness. Moments later, the glow lamps came on. Obi-Wan set Sora gently on the ground and looked into her eyes again. He pressed his forehead against hers.

"Not ever…"