A/n: Apologies to my readers but due to the lack of the Internet I am experiencing, I am sneakily finishing my story off at college. Get me, the big rebel.
So here goes the semi-final chapter of 'Fighting the Darkness'
"Oh my God! This can't be happening! No, no not today!" Bree whirled round from her reflection in the mirror, part way through applying the finishing touches to her make up, she rushed down the stairs to Morgan's aid as she heard her cries.
As her head peered round the doorway into the kitchen, she noticed Morgan with her head in the fridge, "Morgan? Are you okay?" she asked, Morgan looked up with a pout spread across her face, "No! We're out of diet coke!"
Bree released a sigh and then growled, "You had me thinking that something was seriously wrong then," "There is!" Morgan argued. "Why do you not have diet coke in your refrigerator?" Bree rolled her eyes. "Who cares Morgan your getting married today"
Morgan's face changed from the pout to that of a broad smile. "I know!" she said in a baby-like voice.
"How long do we have to finish getting ready before the car comes to take us to the venue?" Bree tested her, "Err…" Morgan thought about it and realized she had no concept of the time, "Just over half an hour!" Bree cried, "So please explain to me why you're in your jammies, moaning about the lack of diet coke with no make up on and your hair in rollers?"
"I need help!" Morgan cried, "I'm not used to all this girlie, girlie stuff!" As if on cue Mary K, the sister Morgan never had, breezed in, "I'll help finish you off, I'm ready" She said, "Oh Thank you, thank you!" Morgan exclaimed, "And I'll be ready soon so I'll be in to help!" Bree laughed, "Now come on, chop, chop!"
Morgan ran upstairs to Bree's guest room and sat to the dressing table which had make up sprawled all over the top. Mary K took the curlers one by one out of Morgan's hair, "So, do you have something old, new, borrowed and blue?" She asked
"I have something old…" Morgan started, "My ma's pearl earrings, she wore them for her wedding day as did her ma before her." Mary K smiled, "Okay, they're nice, what about something new?" Morgan shrugged, "The dress?" Mary K rolled her eyes, "Good enough I suppose. What about something borrowed?" Morgan had nothing, Mary K grinned, "I planned ahead, and I'm being efficient, My mom has lent you her blue garter, the once she wore for her wedding, so its something borrowed and blue!"
After another half an hour of hair treatment and make up, they heard a knock at the door, it was the chauffeur come to take Morgan to her wedding.
Bree grinned at her best friend, "Showtime,"