Tibby stared at Hayden as the sun came up the next morning. The sleeping 13-year-old girl looked so innocent, just as the night before. Tibby had to keep remembering that this was the girl who had come so close to dying. Hayden woke up a few minutes later, shocked to see Tibby staring at her so oddly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothing," Tibby covered, "I was just thinking how close you were to—to going away."

"Oh that," Hayden smiled, "I'm fine, Tibby, really. I guess sometimes you've got to be careful about things like that. There's really nothing you can do about it."

"That's the thing, there has to be something anybody can do to stop people like that!" Tibby exclaimed.

"We'll talk about it later, I'm starving!" Hayden brushed off the subject. "Joe never feeds me!"

"Who's Joe?" Tibby asked.

"Oh, Joe's the guy my possessed mother decided to get up and marry after my dad ran away. That's why I'm here, my dad lives in Vegas, but I don't know where," Hayden answered.

They dressed and headed down to the breakfast hall, where they met Bee, Eric, Lena, Paul, Carmen and Jordan at one large table. During breakfast they all made decisions about the wedding.

After lunch, Bee was struggling to get into the silver dress they had brought with her. She laughed realizing it was inside out.

"Carmen, Good God, help me!" Bridget cried. Carmen successfully slipped the dress on over Bee and walked back to where Lena stood.

"You look good!" Hayden exclaimed.

"Totally," Lena sighed, "You're finally getting married!"

"Aw, Lena, don't worry, I'll still be your best friend," Bridget said.

"Well yeah, but who's next, we're all growing up!" Lena shouted.

"Wait, usually Tibby is the one who has a problem with change," Carmen interrupted, "What's going on Lena?"

"Yeah Lena," Tibby mocked, "That's my job!"

Lena laughed, "It's just that—oh never mind."

"What?" Everybody asked.

"Paul tried to propose to me," Lena sighed.

"What?" Everybody, except Hayden, asked in disbelief.

"I don't even know the guy," Hayden replied to their strange looks.

"He proposed?" Carmen asked.

"Yeah," Lena answered.

"What'd you say?" Bridget asked.

"I said it was too soon," Lena replied.

"Oh thank you Lena!" Tibby cried. "I couldn't handle two friends getting married at once."

"But I think I might take his offer," Lena continued.

"You go girl!" Carmen cried. "If you can get Paul to be like that then he is definitely the right one for you!"

"Do you really think so?" Lena asked.

"I've known Paul for like 3 years, he is rocking awesome!" Carmen exclaimed.

"Do you really think he's the right one for me?" Lena asked.

"Of course he is," Bee replied, "I mean do you see the way he looks at you?"

"Yeah," Lena giggled, "I just can't think of spending the rest of my life with someone right now."

"We'll think about it later, Lenny, but what about my wedding?" Bee asked, feeling the attention being drawn back to her. "Thank you."

An hour later, Bridget stood in her shiny silver dress in the room where she dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror. She held up her bouquet of rosy pink flowers and stared deep into her eyes, as if trying to find something. Tibby came up behind her and gave her a huge hug. Bridget stared into Tibby's eyes and she could see the tears building up.

"Tib, what's wrong?" she asked.

"We're not going to be a sisterhood anymore!" Tibby cried.

"You didn't even like the idea in the first place!" Bridget exclaimed.

"But it drew us closer together," Tibby sighed.

"Oh Tibby," Bridget drew in her breath, "We'll still be a sisterhood even if I move across the world, which I promise I won't!"

Tibby smiled, "And you'll still be my older sister?"

"After Lena," Bridget giggled. In the stupid movie they put that Bee was the oldest, well, guess what? She's not, Lena is. Lena, Bee, Tibby, and then Carmen, that was how it went in the book. Of course the author only told us that Lena was first and Carmen was last, but can you imagine Tibby older than Bee, I don't think so!

The chapel was all set. Sure, it was fancy, but Bee had never been fancy. So they walked into the chapel, the three sisters and their friends. They sat within the front rows and stared in awe of Eric. Eric was dressed in a black tux and was standing radiantly and patiently by the short "priest". Bee entered the doorway, showing everyone her radiant white smile. Everyone pretended that they had to shield their eyes and Bee laughed.

Bridget took a slow step into the chapel. "Can you hurry it up, missy?" the "priest" asked. "You only have two minutes!"

"Right, sorry," Bridget took a few steps and she was by Eric's side.

"We are gathered here today," the "priest" said, "to join Bee and Eric in holy mat-r-i-mo-n-y. If anyone has a reason these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." There was a long pause and then the man continued, "Blah, blah, blah, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

"What about the I-do's?" Hayden stood up and shouted.

"Right you are child," the man said, "Bee do you take Eric to be your husband for blah, blah, blah?"

"I do," Bridget laughed.

He repeated the same for Eric and Eric repeated the two small words. Then the man pronounced them husband and wife and Eric leaned in for the kiss. Bridget thought about it and knew that she wouldn't leave Eric at the altar, so she kissed him as well. The three sisters in the audience let out an "OOH LA-LA!" and they clapped their hands. Bee released from Eric and let out a bright shining smile along with the followed laughter.

Later that day, Bridget and Eric went through the hotel, just for the sake of being active.

"I wish we could gamble," Bridget sighed.

"Oh, on the contrary, honey, I can," Eric answered.

"You're 21?" Bee asked.

"You don't even know how old I am?" Eric asked.

"You're, um, 22?" Bee asked.

"Thank you very much. That's how old I am. Now do you want to go play the slots or not?" Eric asked her. Bridget's eyes filled up, their first gamble together as husband and wife, and Bridget's first gamble period.

"You know you're the only one who can gamble, right?" Bridget asked him. He nodded as he pulled down the arm on the slot machine. He let out a yelp as he saw about 10 quarters fall to the bottom. Bridget laughed when suddenly she saw a familiar face from across the casino. She immediately tried to hide, but the person saw her, and was coming towards her.

"Bridget?"

"Billy, hey, what are you doing here?" Bridget tried to cover up.

"I saw the note you left," Billy sighed.

Eric stared at Bridget accusingly, "You left a note?"

Bridget nodded, "I didn't want anyone to think you kidnapped me!"

"Did you already get married?" Billy asked.

Eric nodded, "Looks like you're too late buddy!"

"Oh contraire, it looks as if you two have made a simple mistake," Billy laughed. "You didn't get married as Bridget Vreeland, your official name; you got married as Bee Vreeland." He started laughing.

Bridget took the marriage certificate out of his hands, "Well it looks like you made a simple mistake also," she laughed. "This isn't our marriage certificate!"

"What?" Billy looked at the paper he held in his hands.

"That's our certificate for staying here in the hotel!" She rolled on the floor laughing. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, "This is our marriage certificate." Sure enough, the paper read: On this day, Bridget Vreeland married Eric Richman.

Billy broke down, and tears started coming out of his eyes, "I thought you liked me, Bee, I thought we had something going."

"Well you thought wrong…" Eric said.

"Eric, let me handle it," Bee pushed Eric out of the way. "Look Billy, you're too late, I'm sorry. I'm legally married to Eric now and you can't stop me. How would you feel if I decided to marry you and then left you? There are still other girls in Alabama who would die to marry you."

"Do you really think so?" Billy asked.

"Yeah man," Eric interrupted, "Girls were all over me in New York until I met Bee."

"Thanks guys, can I stay here, or do I have to go home?" Billy asked.

"I think Greta would enjoy your company this summer," Bridget said.

"Then I better go catch a plane back," Billy sighed.

"Billy, we'll go come to Alabama soon," Bridget reassured him. Billy faked a smile and went on his way.

Lena sat on her bed the next morning, not wanting to go home. Being with Paul for the past few days made her feel right, she loved him. Paul came into the room, pretending to be busy packing stuff.

"Listen Lena," Paul finally said, "I can't hide it any longer. My love flows as a river that would feed a thousand daffodils, can you not see that? Lena I want to know if you'll ever marry me, maybe not today or tomorrow, but if you won't, I'm wasting my time and so are you."

"Whoa Paul," Lena drew in some deep breaths, "I can't think of being with anyone for the rest of my life, but I can't think of being without you either."

"Will you marry me?" Paul pulled a black box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside shone a radiant silver diamond, waiting to be worn.

"Yes!" Lena jumped up and down rejoicing. Paul managed to slip the ring on her finger and kiss her. Lena felt the happiest she had ever been. She was a new person, she wanted to run downstairs and show everyone in the casino, so she did. The bold Lena jumped down flights of stairs until she got to the bottom and then she ran through the rows of slot machines flinging her ring in people's faces this way and that. Paul laughed, still up a few floors, and ran down the stairs after her. But he was too late, because a security guard had lifted her thin body and handed her to Paul. Lena was laughing maniacally and Paul pretended to inject her with a shot. He set her down and she hugged him, saying, "I love you Paul."

On the plane later, everyone was happy, and Carmen sat beside Jordan.

"Look," she said, "I'm sorry I whisked you into all of this, but you have to kind of know my friends if you're going to know me."

"I love your friends," Jordan replied, "They're a reflection of you. I'm glad fate had it that I met you in the park one day."

"That wasn't fate," Carmen said, leaning in for a kiss, "It was destiny."

When they reached the terminal of D.C, Carmen flung her arms around Jordan. A familiar face showed in the background, and Carmen let out a gasp. Jordan turned to his surprise to find Win.

"Carmen!" Win shouted. "Where have you been?"

Carmen released from Jordan and rushed to Win. "Where have I been?" Carmen accused him. "You are the one who ran out, why do you want to know where I've been?"

"Because I love you," Win said. Carmen looked back to Jordan, who had disappeared.

"Oh yeah?" She asked him. "Well I hate you! You put me through this crap and then I get a new boyfriend and you're just jealous!" She broke away to start running, but Win pulled her back.

"He's not really your boyfriend," Win smiled. "He's my buddy Jordan, I told him to take care of you while I straightened things out. I had to go away because this girl thought I got her pregnant, even though I never, you know. So she found out that some other loser was the father and she let me go."

"Why couldn't you tell me the truth?" Carmen whimpered.

"I should've, but I didn't want you to be mad," tears flung to Win's eyes.

"Win, I've missed you, but why were you neglecting me before though?"

"I guess I have been kind of rude to you lately, Carmen. Your mom told me about the whole college friends thing, and I realized that I'm not perfect and neither are you. You can hang out with anyone you want to and I have as much freedom as you, just don't leave me, Carmen."

"But what about Jordan, you set him up?" Carmen asked.

"Yeah," Win nodded, "He has his own family, a wife and a little girl named Megan. He's been a good friend of mine since, like, forever."

Carmen smiled, "I love you Win."

There were tears in Tibby's eyes as she thought about Hayden's departure the night before. They had found her dad's house and Hayden ran to her dad so fast Tibby felt the earth move. She blinked back tears as she started to walk away, but Hayden saw her and grabbed her arm.

"Tibby," Hayden had said, "I want to thank you for saving my life."

Tibby had let the tears flow, "I want to thank you for saving mine too." She walked away solemnly and saw a figure out in the distance. She ran to it, knowing automatically who it was.

Brian hugged her and lifted her up high, "I didn't want you to be away for too long," he said.

"Did ya think I was gonna go off and get married?" Tibby asked, jokingly.

"Actually, I did." They looked into each other's eyes and Brian set her down.

"Tibby, I have a question for you."

"Shoot," Tibby anticipated the next few moments.

"Will you marry me?" Brian pulled out a black diamond from his coat pocket and Tibby giggled.

"Of course!" She grabbed the ring and put it on her own finger and then kissed him.

Well I can leave you there. You can pretty much tell what happens next. The four sisters get married together, even though Win didn't propose in this story; he did shortly after hearing everyone else was engaged. Bee and Eric decided to get married officially and so they did it over. The wedding day was full of joy, and it went perfectly well, with each sister going to a different part of the world for their honeymoon. Lena and Paul didn't go to Greece, they went to Spain, Carmen and Win went to France, Bridget and Eric went to the Bahamas, and Tibby and Brian went to Australia. After the honeymoons, the couples settled into four houses, right next door to each other. They lived that way for the rest of their lives, and you can imagine how that goes. As for me, I'm signing off of this story, to write more for your pleasure.