A/N: There's a lot going on in this chapter, I hesitated adding it because of that. So it may be confusing a bit.

The little French café…

"We are not going to be there tonight when you ruin your life, Rose. Or more better, ours," Rose's mother, Grace, patted her nose with powder. Snapping her compact shut she looked confusedly up at Rose as she and her father scraped their away from the café's table.

"And where are you going?" her already pointy nose tilted even higher.

"To support our daughter, which is something you wouldn't know anything about. Come along Lonnie, Rose, we have a chapel to book and a long drive ahead of us." Jonathan fitted his hand in the crook of his new wife, Lonnie's, elbow to help her up.

"It's so nice to see where your priorities lay mother. I'm doing this whether you're there or not."

Grace pouted prettily. "Rose dear, I only want what's best for you. I don't want you to make the same terrible mistake I made when I married your father."

"Mother!"

Everyone gasped at her tactlessness. John slammed Lonnie's chair into the uneven table so hard that it tipped and crashed into Grace's stomach. She grimaced in pain and narrowed her eyes threateningly at her ex-husband. Jonathan raised an eyebrow and gave her a mock salute and led his new wife away from the table towards their car parked by the curb.

"I feel sorry for you mother. It must be lonely with only your mirror and ego to keep you company." Rose tucked her purse beneath her arm, tossed her hair and stomped away in clicking heels.

Sandy's apartment…

"Of course I'll be one of your bridesmaid's," Sandy said sadly, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from crying, gripping the receiver so tightly that her knuckles had turned white, "I would be honoured Rose. It was very nice of you to think of me."

"Good I'm glad. Now the only question is do you have anything suitable to wear to our wedding? I don't want anything to clash, even if it is just a quick wedding. I want there to be lots of class."

Sandy shook her head and thought same old Rose. "I'm sure I'll be able to find something that won't clash. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

"Aww, that is so thoughtful," Rose gushed. "Oh and make sure that you wear your hair down. I should be the only one with her hair up, it is my wedding," she giggled girlishly.

Touching a trembling hand to her hair, Sandy nodded to herself and said quietly, "Sure, whatever is best for you. I suppose I should let you go now, you did say you didn't have much time to talk."

"Of course you're right. I have to admit though, I don't have to do much to add to what is already perfection," she hung up without saying goodbye, leaving Sandy holding the phone to her ear with a dial tone.

Dropping the phone onto its cradle, Sandy's shaky legs almost gave out on her as she sank onto the edge of her couch. A tear silently trailed down her cheek and dropped onto her folded hands.

"Simon, if it were only me that you were marrying tonight. I love you so much it hurts. Hurts so much," she choked on a sob, dropping her head into heads and wept till her shoulders shook with her effort to hold it back.

"No," she said, wiping her tears with the heels of her hands and pushing herself off the couch. "I'm better then this, I'll go to support Simon. It's the least I can do."

The Camden's home…

Mac came strolling up the Camden's drive way in a charcoal grey and red striped suit as everyone was buzzing around, packing themselves into three separate vehicles.

"Hey buddy, I heard you were in town," he grinned happily as Martin packed his car's trunk.

Martin whirled around and grinned back, striding over to his friends side, throwing his arm about him to hug him tightly. "Mac. Man its great to see you. How'd you know I was in town though, only a few people knew." He asked, his eyebrows rising in question.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it," Simon slapped Mac's shoulder good naturedly. "I called Mac and invited him to the wedding. Thought because he's such a good friend of yours and Ruthie's that he'd like to come."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Who is he marrying again?" he whispered to Martin as Simon walked away to talk to his dad.

Martin shook his head and laughed at his best friend. "Rose. You remember, the one that you said looked like Cruella DeVille with a nicer hairdo?"

Mac's forehead wrinkled as he fought to remember. "Oh yeah, with a laugh to match. Now I remember. Ruthie!" he called as she almost walked past him, Martin patted his friend's shoulder and went back to packing.

"Mac? Where'd you come from?" the ruffled layers of her indigo blue dress swirled around her legs when Mac scooped her up, squeezing her tightly.

"Put me down please."

He lowered is head and kissed her cheek, gazing at her tenderly as he let her body slide down his. She stepped away with a bright blush on her cheeks and smoothed her dress self consciously, gazing at him wearily. He took a step closer to her and lowered his voice so that only she could hear.

"It's good to see you again. I've missed being around you, I mean hanging out of course," he coughed, covering his mouth to hide his embarrassment.

"Mac, I…"

"Your hair is beautiful when it's curly," he grasped an unruly curly in one hand and let it slide through his fingertips.

"What's he doing?" Simon asked, nudging Martin with his shoulder.

Martin looked back and slammed the trunk loudly enough for Mac to jump away from Ruthie. A dark, jealous emotion darkened his green eyes almost to emerald as he gazed at his friend clearly flirting with his new girlfriend. Ruthie turned to him with a sigh of relief as he laid a possessive arm around her waist, dropping a kiss on her ear while still glaring menacingly at Mac. Reading the emotions in his friend's eyes, Mac held his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry man, I didn't know that you two were seeing each other. The last I knew, you weren't even speaking."

"Well, that's changed, Ruthie's mine now." He flashed his friend a predatory look. "Ouch, why are you elbowing me for?" he asked Ruthie as he pulled his arm back and rubbed his side.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "For one thing, until today, we weren't together so how was he supposed to know and for acting like a caveman guarding his meat." She held up her hand and walked off, slamming the door of Eric and Annie's van.

Mac whistled and laughed, "Trouble in paradise."

"Shut up," Martin grumbled, "Want a ride? Good, get in."

Glancing back and forth between the van where Ruthie pretended not to be looking at Martin who was sitting in his car with a scowl on his face and who also was pretending not too look back at her, a wicked gleam entered Mac's eyes.

"All right everybody, are we ready to go?" Eric asked, doing a head count to make sure they had everyone.

He sighed in acceptance at what was about to happen and got into his van as everyone began to pull out of the drive way, and on towards Simon and Rose's future.

It may not be the best of chapters, but bear with me, I hope to make the next one better :)