Staring from the balcony of her hotel room, Roxy inhaled the sea breeze deeply, her eyes firmly shut as the sun shone over her entire body. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly in ringlets as she held her bouquet tightly in her hands. She was now fully dressed but the wedding was to begin a little over an hour. At present she was all alone, gazing blankly to the beach below. There came another knock at the door as her best friend, Lily, entered the room, dressed and fully prepared.

"Well Roxy," she smiled, removing the red flowers from her friends hands and taking them in hers "In an hour you'll be Mrs Roxy Orton." she sniffed as if she was about to cry. "We always said you'd be the first to marry."

"C'mon, it's not that big a deal." Roxy shrugged "I'll still be the same person as I am now...it's not that final."

"I'm happy if you're happy." Lily promised, hugging Roxy tightly, cherishing the final few moments of her life long friend's single life.

Meanwhile...

Randy was putting the final touches to his suit. Glaring at his tie in the mirror, he fixed it once again before turning to face Shawn.

"Does it look ok?" he manically asked.

"It looks as good as it did the first hundred times you did it!" Shawn smirked as Randy shot him a sarcastic look.

"Well, soon you'll be Mrs Randy Richards!" Chris chuckled.

"Are you taking her last name?" Shawn shockingly questioned, turning to face the young Orton.

"No, she's taking mine. Remember, that's how people do stuff traditionally!" Randy shook his head, playing with his hair and facing back to the mirror.

"Hey, could be worse; could be Mrs Randy Bishoff!" Chris mocked.

"Shut up man, I'm glad that little bastard's not gonna behere."

"I still can't believe she's the offspring of him..." Chris shuddered.

"Well, apparently he's her biological Father but how true that is, I dunno." Randy said. "That's what Roxy's always been told and, from the sounds of things, Bishoff believes it to be true."

"Oh, I'll be back soon, I'd better go and check how your Bride is!" Chris glanced at his watch, heading towards the door.

Shawn stood behind Randy and raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. "Looking good, buddy." Shawn approved.

"Felt better though." Randy looked away. He felt Shawn's hand on his shoulder. Turning to face the older man, he ran a hand through his hair.

"You make her so happy. She makes you so happy. Ignore everything else - pretend it's just the two of you." Shawn guided.

Randy nodded slowly before hugging Shawn; even now he was still giving him good advice.

"Thanks, man." he whispered. That's the advice he'd been waiting for from his best friend.

"I'd better get going to check on Hailey." Shawn decided, leaving Randy alone to contemplate his own thoughts for his last few minutes of single life.

Lily and Lita were fixing the final parts of Roxy's outfit.

"You have got something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue, haven't you?" Lita questioned, putting her chocker around her neck.

"Well, the earrings are old and blue, the dress is new and the nail varnish is borrowed." Roxy replied.

"Oh yeah, you need this." Lily searched deep in one of her bags.

"Wow, the colour matches the ribbon on your dress!" Lita enthused, holding the garter up against Roxy.

"Now, all we need is one of the Best Men..." Lily smirked, Roxy rolling her eyes.

In perfect timing, Chris knocked on the door. "Hey, is everyone decent?"

"As decent as we'll ever be!" Lily sarcastically said as Chris walked in.

"We'll leave you two alone!" Lita giggled, dropping the garter into Chris' palms as her and Lily left the room.

"You really don't have to." Roxy grinned uncomfortably, holding out her hand for Chris to place the garter in.

"Relax, Randy wants to keep everything as traditional as possible." Chris reasoned, signalling for Roxy to place her leg up on the near by stool.

Placing the garter on her right thigh, Chris smiled playfully at Roxy before smacking her leg, their eyes connecting. "Nervous?" he questioned as she stood back firmly on the ground.

"You bet." Roxy muttered, turning to face the sea.

"Believe me, you and Randy make such a good couple for worrying over nothing!" Chris joked.

"Do I look ok?" Roxy asked, turning back to face Chris.

"Perfect." Chris smiled, kissing her cheek lightly. "Randy's gonna love you even more than he already does when he sees you."

"Thanks." Roxy cleared her throat, smiling lightly.

Randy was sat on the bed, words spinning around his mind as his parents walked in the room.

"Randy...you look gorgeous!" his Mother squealed, kissing him on the cheek.

"Thanks, Mom." Randy grinned, rubbing off any lipstick from his face.

"Roxanna is such a lucky girl!"

"I'm such a lucky guy." he replied humbly.

Bob Orton signalled for his wife to leave the room for a moment.

"Good luck - see you later!" his Mother beamed, removing any last traces of lipstick from his face.

"Thanks for the advice this morning, Dad." Randy spoke, he and Bob sitting side by side on his bed.

"No problem - even if it was half past five in the morning! Did you speak to her?"

Randy nodded, almost shyly.

"And?" Bob quizzed.

"Yeah, we're feeling exactly the same way. I seriously can't wait until later." Randy smiled to himself.

"Son, I'm so glad for both of you. Remember, just because things didn't work between Roxanna's parents, doesn't mean that things won't work out for you two."

"I know, look how happy you and Mom have been for all of these years."

"Exactly. By golly, I think we are as close now as we ever have been!" Bob told his son enthusiastically. "As for the speech, just say what you feel and if it all goes wrong, it all goes wrong. No worries." Bob patted his son's shoulder, standing up. "You coming?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes." Randy nodded, rubbing his face before delving his hands deep in his trouser pockets as he collected his final thoughts before the ceremony.

Roxy was stood in her room, waiting for her 'Father' to come and walk her down the aisle. Ian, her Mother's boyfriend, would be having the honour. Disturbing her thoughts, her Mother, Ian and her Grandma walked in.

"Mum!" Roxy smiled, dashing as quickly as she could over to her "How are you?"

"I'm fine, darling." Charlotte spoke, holding her close.

"Hi Ian." Roxy greeted.

"Roxanna?" her Grandmother squinted, shuffling over to her only Grandchild.

"Granny, I'm so glad you made it!" Roxy attempted to grin. To be truthful, her and her Grandmother never got along. Her Mum's Mother didn't approve of the way in which Roxy was conceived out of wed-lock. She was even less impressed with the way in which Roxy became pregnant with Randy's child at the tender age of eighteen; out of wedlock. Still, Roxy only thought it was fair that her last surviving Grandparent was at her wedding, despite the fact she was so stuck in her ways.

Bending over to hug her short Grandma, Granny flung her handbag in the air. "Stand up straight when I'm talking to you!" she ordered.

"Yes, Grandma." Roxy rolled her eyes, already a little ticked off with her behaviour.

"Roxy's not three anymore Mother, you can't boss her about like that." Charlotte reasoned.

"Roxanna is still my Granddaughter and I shall not be made answerable to you Charlotte!" Granny Richards shouted, visibly annoyed by her relatives behaviour.

"Has she been like this all of the time?" Roxy whispered to Ian.

"Unfortunately, yes!" Ian sighed. "The flight was horrendous..."

"Stop your whining - if you have something to say, say it out loud!" Granny Richards yelled, pointing her walking stick at Roxy.

"Look, shut up and listen to me; this is the single most important day of my life and I'll be damned if you are going to boss me and my family and friends about, telling us what to do..." Roxy roared.

"Listen to me Missy; get a grip and don't order me about, I'm not one of your employees. At least I do things right. In my day it was a sin to..." she hissed.

Roxy knew exactly what was about to be said next and refused to listen to it. "Look, if you want to attend my wedding, that's fine. If not, don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way out!" Roxy stood her ground as Granny Richards' eyes nearly popped from her skull.

"Good luck, darling, see you later!" Charlotte blew Roxy a kiss, forcing her Mother out of the room.

As the door slammed shut, Roxy turned to face Ian. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's ok." he laughed. "Roxanna, can I ask you a question before I take you outside?" Ian began, searching deep in his jacket pocket.

"Sure, what's up?" Roxy inquired, butterflies twirling in her stomach.

"Do you think your Mother will like this?" he questioned, opening the little green and gold box. Inside was a yellow gold, beautifully clear diamond ring. "I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"Ian, it's beautiful!" Roxy gasped "She'll love it, trust me!"

"I'm going to ask her tomorrow, you know, while we're still in America. I want it to be just your and Randy's day." he grinned, placing the box back into his pocket and arching his left arm. "Shall we?"

"Yeah, no time like the present!" Roxy grinned unsurely, picking up her flowers before making her way out of the hotel and down to the alter.

But will Roxy and Randy both say 'I do'?

To be continued...