The staircase at Magnolia Hill had lilies and magnolias wrapped around the banisters. Candles glowed in the living room as the guests waited anxiously for the wedding to start.

Chandler and Ross stood at the front of the makeshift chapel. Ross nervously smiled trying to ease the tension. Chandler patted him on the shoulder to ease his nerves. The violinist started to play Greensleeves as Amy and Jill Greene entered the hall. They were escorted by a Green cousin and a Geller cousin. Ever still the jealous spiteful sisters, they tried to steal each other's escorts for dancing later.

Monica was a vision of loveliness as she floated down the aisle in a sky blue gown with Chandler's gift adorning her throat. Pearl earbobs hung from her ears. Her hair was twisted with only a few tendrils hanging loosely from her head. A comb of white roses held the hair in place. Her beauty took away Chandler's breath.

The assemble rose as Leonard escorted his daughter down the aisle. Her gown was exquisite. From Paris of course, which is where their honeymoon would be. It was embroidered with thousands of tiny seed pearls. It was a little daring since it allowed a cameo pendant to be seen hanging above Rachel's bosom. Diamonds ear bobs could be seen from the Belgian veil that swept the floor. One look at this vision in white, made Ross smile even more.

He took her hand and as they looked into each other's eyes. They could barely hear the words the minister was saying. They were transformed into their own world. Chandler handed Ross the beautiful golden and diamond band that he slid on her dainty fingers. Through her veil you could see the tears of happiness. How could one man love her so much?

As the minister pronounced them man and wife, Ross lifted the veil and moved his lips to his new bride. Rachel closed her eyes and embraced the feeling that was to come. It was so new and exciting and she tingled with excitement as she thought of the night to come.

Monica closed her eyes. She was imagining all of this in her own head. Her groom , Chandler by her side. Soon it may happen, it seemed like this was the turn of events to come. This war talk was still confusing to her , all she knew that the country was ready to be torn apart. It hadn't happened yet, but she God help her was in love with the potential enemy.

As the orchestra played, Monica brushed those thoughts aside and only concentrated on the handsome man in her arms. He seemed to glide around the dance floor with ease. She giggled with glee as he twirled her and brought her back.

As the bride and groom, Ross and Rachel seemed perfectly content to just stare at each other. But that wasn't the way that things were done, guests had to be attended to and gifts graciously accepted . Sandra dawdled on her eldest all day, leaving the mischievous Greene sisters to try to steal every man from every woman in the room.

Seeing them just made her shake her head and wonder which of the her daughters would be the next to walk down the aisle.

A four tiered cake with a bride and groom sat on a table filled with layers of strawberry and crème. This was a special cake because it came all the way from Charleston. Judy had been told of a baker who specialized in these lovely confections. She passed the word on to Sandra who ordered one for her daughters nuptials.

As the bridal couple cut the cake, Ross got some of the frosting on his fiingers and let his bride playfully lick them. He then took a piece of the cake and fed it to her lovingly. Servants then moved forward to keep serving the now cut cake to the guests.

A combination of exhaustion and anticipation made Rachel whisper to her groom that she was ready to leave the party. She climbed the stairs as the single women assembled to catch the treasured bouquet. Rachel smiled as she threw, knowing full well who she wanted to catch it. As it sailed through the air, Jill and Amy pushed each other down in a wrestling match to see who would catch it. It safely landed in Monica's hands. Chandler applauded as she caught it.

As they entered the room, there were rose petals on the bed. Candles illuminated the room and there was a sweet smell of lilies on a bed stand next to the bed. Rachel stood in her bridal gown as she smiled at her new husband. He loosened his ascot as he moved closer to her. Her smell was intoxicating and it drew him even closer to her.

The candlelight accented her blue eyes and auburn colored hair. He moved forward and began to slowly unbutton the dress that covered her tanned body. He wanted her out of the dress and it was torture every moment she was still in it.

Laying on the floor in a pile of lace, she stepped out of her dress. Shyly she took the petticoats off and stood before him completely naked. He caressed her body with his fingers and moved closer to take her in his arms. Nervously she removed his clothes and began to move her hands onto his broad shoulders. He lifted her up and walked over to the bed , carrying her in his arms.

He took the combs from her hair, cascading it down her back. Her hair hung loosely. He wanted to get lost in this woman who was now his. He wanted to know every part of her. He began at her neck where

He placed sweet kisses. She moaned with delight with each touch of his lips.

His hands found their way down her back as the kisses moved into the cradle of her bosom. Her skin was so smooth and with each touch she sighed. Gentle he laid her on the bed and began to pleasure her as she had never experienced before. They were one with each other as their bodies were merged together.

After he had finished , he collapsed onto the bed as he kept running his fingers through the cascade of curls. The glint of Rachel's diamond was hidden by his dark thick hair. Each of them quietly fell asleep, his muscular arms encircling her into a sense of belonging. They were now one.