"Daddy I love it!" Jasmine squealed as she spun around hugging her father. Her dress was flowing with every movement, no matter how subtle, she made. The different shades of white shone as she wiggled under the sunlight. She looked into the long looking glass; it was everything she ever dreamed of. The white bodice around her chest and abdomen was tight, giving her more figure. The golden frills at the bottom gleamed in the sparkling light of the morning; they matched perfectly with the golden neckline. The custom dress had taken a little over one month to create and the anticipation Jasmine contained was almost unbearable.

"Al, what do you think?" Jasmine turned to her fiancé.

Aladdin was staring out into the marketplace when the question was directed to him. "Oh. Great."

"AL! What's that suppose to mean?"

Aladdin had to think on his feet, the dress shopping was boring him, but telling that to Jasmine would drive her nuts. "It's just that, it's pretty expensive."

"Al," Jasmine said, with a sweet giggle, "You don't need to worry about the how much the wedding costs. That's what my parents are for!"

"Yes, true, but I know even the Sultan has a budget, shouldn't we spend more money on other things?"

"Aladdin, this dress was custom made for me! You approved the plans, and the cost when it was ordered. Don't tell me now you don't want to get this!"

Jasmine slunk down, pushing her breasts together, "Doesn't it look great on me?"

"Jasmine!" The Sultan roared, "We are in a public place!"

Jasmine's face blushed, as she regained her posture and smoothed out her dress, a nervous habit.

The marketplace was bustling with strong Arabian characters making their daily routes to the fruit and bread stands. Jasmine was ecstatic. Her thick black hair braided in it's usual fashion. She was dressed up in presentable princess robes. On either side of her was her fiancé, her long loved Aladdin, and the Sultan. In front of the party was a maidservant, carrying Jasmine's wedding dress. Aladdin was sulking, but Jasmine was too excited to notice.

Aladdin's robes were of fine quality, something he wasn't used to. Frilled on the edges and sewed with silk thread, he felt uncomfortable wearing such a garment. Not only was the sudden metamorphoses from rags to riches strange for him, but the thought of never living on the street was hard for his mind to bare. Everything he had ever learned of his street smarts, were now put to shame. He loved Jasmine, but the changes were unbearable.

"Al, you are very quite," Jasmine commented.

"Yes," Aladdin answered, aloof to his fiancé.

"Why?" Jasmine flirted with the fine fabric of his tunic.

"This wedding. It's huge, the whole city is invited."

"The more the merrier!" Jasmine giggled.

Aladdin muttered something under his breath.

Jasmine has always been intrusive and curious. It was in her nature. When Aladdin's mood and temperament had suddenly gone through a drastic change, she began to worry. Not only about him in general, but she worried that he would want the wedding to be smaller, something Jasmine had dreaded, and feared.

"Look, Aladdin," Jasmine had picked up a serious tone, "we are having a big wedding, we decided this weeks ago, why all of a sudden do you not want anything we had already chosen?"

"We are more worried about the size of the wedding, the beauty of the flowers, the taste of the food, than about love itself." Aladdin replied, acting wise.

Jasmine dropped her voice, "I'm not allowed to love you. The big fluff of the wedding is to hide the fact that you aren't a prince. Can't you understand? We are breaking the law as it is."

Aladdin faced the other direction, pretending to ignore the truth in Jasmine's statement. Jasmine sighed loudly, her high spirits had vanished in the passing winds.

When, alas, the troupe returned to the palace, the weather had become dark and gloomy, a storm was on the rise. Consequently, the palace had become gloomy and uninviting as well. Aladdin was still bitter. Jasmine was still frustrated. And the Sultan, usually high spirited, had fallen into a gloom. For the first time since the engagement, Jasmine was displeased with Aladdin.