"Can you believe what Katherine has done to our son?" Selina fumed that night. "How could she just leave him like that?"

"I'm sure she had her reasons," Elijah replied. "Although talking out problems is definitely a better idea."

"I think I'm gonna go to bed now," Gregory replied, grabbing some sheets and setting them up on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Selina asked. "You don't have to sleep on the sofa! You can sleep in a bed, for crying out loud! We have a lot of beds. You won't be putting anyone out."

"Oh, all right," Gregory replied. As he was preparing for bed, he got a phone call from Katherine. "Hi," she said, her tone mocking, "Do you miss me?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Gregory fumed.

"I'm trying to teach you a lesson," Katherine replied. "You should appreciate me."

"Okay, I'm sorry for trying to leave you out of Elizabeth's wedding," Gregory apologized. "You don't have to come home, but can I at least have my credit cards back? You can compel people to give you what you want."

"I don't know," Katherine replied. "I'll think about it." She paused. "You know, when I called, I was expecting to hear about something other than credit cards. Like, maybe how sorry you are? I mean, what are we gonna tell Elizabeth when she gets back from her honeymoon and finds out that we've separated?"

"I don't know," Gregory replied. "You think of an answer to that question, cause you started this whole mess in the first place."

"I did not!" Katherine shouted back so loudly that Gregory had to take the phone away from his ear. "If you hadn't picked your sister over me and tried to ban me from my own daughter's wedding, none of this would have happened. It's really your fault."

"Well, whatever," Gregory replied. "You know, if you just called to complain, I don't think I want to talk to you anymore."

"Of course not," Katherine scoffed. "Now that you have assurance about your fucking credit cards, what else do you need?"

"What do you want me to say?" Gregory asked. "That I'm sorry? That I should have just risked you acting like a total brat and getting into a fight with my sister?"

"Yes!" Katherine replied. "Cause as you saw, nothing happened between Laura and me. Or me and your mother, for that matter. I behaved myself. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go now. I'm tired of hearing all that crap spewing out of your big, fat mouth. You are such a baby!"

"Takes one to know one!" Gregory shot back and hung up, running his fingers through his hair, groaning tiredly and then tucking himself in. Just as he pulled his covers up to his chin, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Gregory called.

"I know you're probably all tucked in and comfy by now, but, I brought you some cocoa if you want it," Selina called. "Otherwise, I'll drink it myself."

Gregory then got out of bed and came to the door, opening it to allow his mother entrance.

"You didn't have to do this, Mother," he said, taking the cocoa from her hands. "If you keep treating me like this, you know I'm never gonna wanna leave."

Selina sighed and they both went to sit down on the bed together. "You know that I don't like Katherine," she began. "In fact, I detest her with every fiber of my being. However, I think you made a mistake by trying to keep her out of the wedding."

"What?" Gregory asked. "But when I showed up earlier, you were on my side!"

"I know," Selina replied. "That was me being petty. But I've been in Katherine's place more. You inherited your father's temper and habit of being unreasonable and this is one of the times it showed up. I want you to apologize to Katherine for what you did."

"I tried," Gregory replied. "She called earlier, we talked, and apologies had no effect whatsoever."

"Well, was it a real apology?" Selina asked. "Or were you just apologizing to get your way?"

"Why is there even a difference?" Gregory asked. "What does it matter?"

Selina then stood up and sighed. "Son, I think you're gonna be here awhile. Oh, and do me a favor: if Katherine ever decides to talk to you again, don't tell her I sided with her, okay? I don't want to make her head any bigger than it is."

"Goodnight, Mother, " Gregory replied. "And thanks for the cocoa."

"You're welcome," Selina replied. "Goodnight, Gregory."

She then headed to her and Elijah's room where she could tell her husband was just about to fall asleep. "Is Gregory all right?" Elijah asked with a yawn.

"Yes," Selina nodded. "I brought him some cocoa and gave him a lecture about being nice to Katherine cause he's acting like a real dork, and then I left him to do what he will."

"You brought Gregory cocoa?" Elijah asked, a smirk gracing his lips. "How come Gregory gets cocoa and I don't?"

"You know what?" Selina replied in turn. "I'm tired, so if you want cocoa, get it yourself." She then kissed him and shut her eyes as she felt his arms go around her.

"I was just kidding," he whispered. "Just trying to get a rise out of you."

"I know," Selina whispered back. "Good night. Love you."

"I love you too," Elijah replied, making her shiver as he nipped at her neck. "Sleep well, darling."

Katherine stared angrily at the phone, picking it up and slamming it down a few times just for emphasis, letting out a growl as she felt a few warm tears escape from her eyes before she quickly shut them and wiped off her cheeks. "Asshole," she whispered to herself. "Gregory, you asshole!" All of her life, she'd been in charge of everything that happened to her. Even when she and Gregory had first met, he'd just been some little boy who'd worshiped the ground she'd walked on. Then, he'd gotten older and turned handsome just like his father and, foolish girl that she was, she thought that being with him would be like getting Elijah back, since the man himself had given his heart to one of the most simpering, saccharine crybabies she'd ever met. Elijah deserved much better, but there was no convincing him of that, so she settled on what she could get and that was Gregory. A poor man's version of his father for sure, and a man whose crap she'd only put up with so long because of Elizabeth. But now, Elizabeth was a grown, married woman, and Katherine saw no reason to allow Gregory to keep maintaining his fiction that he was king of the castle and she was just nothing. Now, he'd hurt her bad, and she was in the mood to show him just what a big mistake that was. She only needed to figure out how to do that.

Charlie held tight to Elizabeth's hand as he led her onto a boat for a sunrise ride around a small lake by their hotel. "We don't have to do this if it makes you nervous, you know," he said. "I mean, we planned it before I drowned you."

Elizabeth chuckled. "In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have told you to drown me since we were going to a honeymoon spot with lots of water." Charlie heard this and began to pull her away, but she resisted. "No," she said. "You wanna do this sunrise boat ride thing, we will. I need to get over my fear, and I can't do it if I stay away from water. Just hold on to me and I'll be fine."

"No problem with that," Charlie replied, and gave her a squeeze. They then approached the boat where the smiling captain waited for them. "There's coffee inside if you need it," he said. "You know, not many people take this ride."

"I don't know why not," Elizabeth replied and yawned. "I think it will be beautiful." She and Charlie got inside and poured themselves some coffee, lying in each other's arms as they were paddled around a lagoon, watching the sun come up.

"Can we stay here forever?" Elizabeth asked Charlie as she looked up at him. "Do we have to go home?"

"Not for now we don't,"Charlie replied, kissing Elizabeth's hair. "I don't even want to think about what's going on with our parents. Just keep your eyes on the sunrise, and then after we're done with this, we can go have breakfast and do whatever you want, okay?"

"Okay," Elizabeth replied, taking Charlie's hand. "Sounds good to me."

"I'm proud of you for how you acted during Charlie's wedding," Edward praised Laura as she snipped his hair. "I was honestly expecting much worse."

"Nice to know you have such faith in me," Laura said. "That really says love."

"I mean, don't get me wrong," Edward said. "I wanted to believe you would behave, and I'm glad you proved me wrong. I've learned my lesson."

A few seconds later, they heard noises of rapidly running feet down the stairs as both Eli and Rebecca bounded into the salon. "Rebecca came to schedule an appointment!" Eli cried.

"That's nice," Laura said, pausing with Edward. "But Rebecca, you didn't have to come all the way over here."

"I'm glad she did," Eli said, looking at Rebecca adoringly as he clutched her hand in a tight grip.

"It's no trouble, really," Rebecca said, looking at Eli nervously and trying to free her hand. "I needed to have some fresh air." She managed to pull herself out of Eli's grip and said, "So…when can I get an appointment?"

"Well, let me look for you," Laura replied. "My co-worker who handles the appointments is off today, so it might take a little while to find where the appointment book is." Laura looked around and wasn't able to find it. She wondered if Katherine had hid it from her out of spite. Finally, she just gave up and said, "I have awhile until my next appointment. If you're only getting a trim, I can fit you in right after I finish with Edward here."

"All right," Rebecca nodded. "If it's all right with Edward."

"Not that I want to ruin my chance at making money," Laura said. "But you're a witch, right? Why can't you just fix your hair with your powers?"

"Electricity is one thing that magic can't fix, and another is hair," Rebecca replied. "I tried fixing my hair with my powers when I was a teenager and it didn't turn out well. It was right before my sixteenth birthday party and I'm sure there are photos of what I looked like still floating around somewhere. After that, I just decided that it would be easier to trust my hair to someone who knows what they're doing."

"Well, that answers my question very nicely," Laura nodded. Then, she noticed her son, who was still keeping an eye on Rebecca. "Eli," she said, "why don't you go upstairs and watch TV or something? Or do your homework?"

"Oh, all right," Eli replied. "Nice to see you again, Rebecca."

"Yeah," Rebecca replied, feeling relief that he was leaving. "You too." Then she looked at Laura. "Does your son always act that awkwardly around women?"

"Sorry about that," Laura apologized. "You know, when I first met Edward, he was like that too."

"Like what?" Edward asked as Laura resumed cutting his hair.

"Really awkward around women," his wife interpreted. "I think you've come a long way."

"Well, it's hard to be suave around women when none will give you the time of day," Edward replied. "I'm sure Eli will get better in time."

"I don't understand why he has such a problem with girls," Laura replied. "I mean, sure he's a little awkward, but he's a handsome boy."

"Maybe he should start with girls his own age," Rebecca suggested. "Not that I think I'm too good for him or anything. But he's just a kid, and I…I have a son who's older than him."

"I understand," Laura replied. "We'll make sure he finds some other way to fill his time whenever you're here, I promise."

"He's not that bad," Rebecca smiled. "Kind of cute, actually. But as you say, for now, some distance might be a good thing."