Celwriter: please review, I can't tell if this story is even worth updating anymore, because it seems as if no body reads it. Anywho, here's the next chappie.

Chapter 35

Mort awoke from his nap to the sound of Cel returning. Around her hair was a scarf and she held the ends loosely in her hand.

"Hey, dad, want to see my hair?" she asked him.

"Sure," said Mort, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Cel gently lifted the scarf. Her hair came back in French twists on both sides and ended up in a bun of curls. A tiara lay in front of the curls, right on the twists. She looked ravishing.

"It's gorgeous," Mort told her. "Which reminds me, there's something for you in the refrigerator in a little box and another package on the counter." Cel smiled and rushed to the kitchen. She returned with the items gently in her hands. She unwrapped them.

The first was a lovely carnation for Cel to give to Ricky. It was a single white rose with the edges of the petals dyed light green surrounded by a few baby's breath. Cel smiled at Mort when she saw it and set it gently on the table. The second had little more weight and when she opened it, Cel found two studs of turquoise and a matching necklace. They were the most beautiful things Cel had ever seen.

"I love you, dad," Cel exclaimed as she gave her father a large hug. He hugged her back, careful not to mess up her hairdo.

"Go put your dress on so I can take pictures of you before Ricky gets here," Mort told her, smiling profusely. Cel nodded, kissed his cheek and ran upstairs.

Mort went to find his camera while thinking how gorgeous his daughter was.