1. The text is sent from the name as it is saved in the others phone. B. I have not used text in a while and as I was editing earlier, I figured I should bring it back. Thirdly, can you tell there is no real plan for this story? I am literally just writing what I feel like, if it fits or even kind of fits. There is a very sparse plan, the rest is just prompts, or random ideas. I know it doesn't always flow. I don't really care, it is a drabble after all.


June 18th 2017

Emma: I hate this.

Gina: Emma, you've been out an hour, you need to give it a chance.

Emma: Babe, you know I am not a dress person. And the fact that you told my mother she could help me, WITHOUT telling me… I'm not happy :(

Gina: Emma, sweetheart, you agreed to let your mother plan this wedding…

Emma: AND WE AGREED WE WOULD CHOOSE OUR OWN OUTFITS.

Emma: Sorry for yelling… don't stop texting me, I need a distraction from the horridious dresses your ex-step-daughter is pulling out.

Gina: How come she's my ex-step-daughter when she's being difficult but she's your mother when she's helping us save the town?

Emma: Things this ugly could only have come from the old land Gina. Hold on, I'll show you…

Gina: Ok, Emma, I believe you. That dress is foul. Just tell your mother you don't like any in that store and go to another.

Gina: And don't roll your eyes at me, I still need to go through this process myself! I'm pretty sure Snow will be picking out worse dresses for me, you know my favourite colour is black!

Emma: Why couldn't you have gone with her first? At least then, if you'd picked a nice dress, she might let me wear a suit…

Gina: Do you want to wear a suit?

Emma: Does it matter? Everyone will be looking at you anyway. I don't know why you said no to me wearing jeans.

Gina: Emma, I know you are pouting. Stop it. And put your phone away, because your mother has just text me to tell me to stop distracting you.

x x x

Emma: It is done.

Gina: Why does it sound like you're frowning? Are you not happy? Listen, you can wear whatever you want Emma. If you want to wear jeans then I can't stop you.

Emma: No Gina, don't get huffy. I am happy with what I chose, and I think you will be too… I hope you will.

Gina: Well then I am happy that you have found something you like. I'm sure I will love whatever it is, simply because it is on you, and seeing you in it will mean that I am finally able to marry you.

Emma: Ok, no, that doesn't work for me. I am supposed to be the soppy, flirty one.

Emma: I cannot wait to be called your wife Gina, I cannot wait to be truly and irrevocably yours.

Gina: Well Miss Swan, you succeeded…

x x x

Emma: We're stopping for some lunch then we'll head back into town. You gonna be ok without me for a bit longer? ;)

Gina: I survived without you for a number of years dear, another hour or two will be easy.

Emma: Wow, rude.

Gina: However, Miss Swan, if you ever disappear without warning, or for longer than is expected, I will not be impressed.

Emma: Don't worry baby, you're stuck with me for life. Especially after our wedding day. :P

Gina: You say that like a threat, but I take it as a promise. :*

Emma: Oh by the way. I got you some of those apple cinnamon pop tarts you like… I may have accidentally told Henry and he might accidentally be aware that not only do you eat pop tarts, you hide them from him so he cannot.

Gina: I swear, you are going the same way as your mother! You're gonna have me rethinking this whole marriage idea I swear.

Gina: Emma?

Gina: Emma, stop pouting.

Gina: Emma dear, it was a joke.

Gina: Emma, I can't reach you or your mother. What is going on?

Gina: I swear, if you don't call me this instant…!


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