"This is a disaster! This is a disaster! I'm totally freaking out!" I screeched. The wedding was in 3 ½ hours and the flowers had yet to arrive. "You can't have a wedding without flowers, Megan!"

"Calm down, Amita, just calm down. Don't give yourself a heart attack." Megan soothed. "The flowers will get here soon."

"Ok." I took a deep breath.

"Now sit down, and let me finish doing your hair." As it would turn out, Megan was very talented with a curling iron, so I decided it would be a waste to pay for somebody to do my hair when I could get it done for free.

"Ok." I sat back down in front of my vanity and attempted to calm myself. There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I called, knowing that it wouldn't be Charlie as he was at Don's apartment getting ready himself.

In walked Lily, followed by two adorable little girls. Their arrival caused me to start shrieking all over again and jump up to greet them. "You're here!"

Lily giggled. We had become pretty good friends in the last few weeks in preparation for the wedding. I took her and her younger sisters dress shopping, and I could tell that the break from working and babysitting was good for her. "Yes, I'm here. Mom was having a good day, so I left Mikayla and Kate at home. I didn't think they'd like sitting through the ceremony anyway, no offence. They're kind of squirmy."

"Hey, Kate's 3 and Mikayla's 5, I don't blame them." Lily had, however, brought along Sydney, who was 7 and was my flower girl, and Miranda who was 12 and a junior bridesmaid. I hadn't originally planned on having more than 3 bridesmaids – Madelyn, Rebecca, and Lily – but decided that it would be unfair to leave Miranda out. After all, she was a darling girl and needed something to look forward to.

Madelyn and Rebecca both sauntered into my bedroom soon after Lily and her sisters arrived. "Maddy! Becca!" I squealed, jumping up yet again causing Megan to sigh exasperatedly. "Sorry, sorry." I sat back down. "I have to be calm," I informed the wedding party. For the next 20 minutes I allowed Megan to finish curling my hair. When the curls were intact, she piled them up on top of my head and secured it with bobby pins that had diamonds glistening on the ends. She let a few tendrils of hair fall down, framing my face. The result was gorgeous. I couldn't help by grin when I saw the finished result in the mirror.

"You look beautiful," Lily gasped, "And you don't even have your make up or dress on!"

"Oh my gosh! You're right! I don't have my make up or my dress!" I began to go into panic mode again.

"Amita, honey, you seriously need to calm down," Megan chided.

I took several deep breaths. "Ok…ok." I decided to take command of the room. "Megan, start doing Sydney's hair! Becca, help Lily with her make up, and Maddy you'll help me. Then once my make up is done I'll help the rest of you, ok? Just everybody help each other!"

There was much laughter ringing through the bedroom as we helped each other perfect our images. Maddy worked wonders on my face and once she was done, I did her make up. Luckily, Becca had had the foresight to bring and extra curling iron, which I plugged in and began to curl Lily's hair. I was terrible with hair, compared to Megan, but with a little coaching and a lot of hair spray, I got the job done. Before we knew it, everybody had their make up perfect and their hair done immaculately – everyone except Megan, that is. "Megan! You need to get your hair done! Your makeup!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, don't bother with my hair! You'll never get it to curl." She insisted

"No! I am curling your hair, and there is nothing you can do about it!" I picked up the curling iron and ordered her to sit down. "Why don't you guys get your dresses on?" Unfortunately, Megan was right. It was near impossible to get her hair to curl. Somehow I managed to get the job done, and once it was put up, it even looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. Megan's make up was done in a flash and soon she was dressed her pale pink gown – how hideously cliché, I know, but we all just fell in love with the dresses the moment we saw them. – just like the rest of them. I was last to get dressed. Nobody had seen me in the gown, except for Megan, and they all ohed and ahed appropriately when I stepped out of the bathroom.

My mother walked into the room just as I emerged, glowing in my white wedding dress. Her eyes filled up with tears and she crossed the room to hug me. "Oh, my baby is getting married! You look gorgeous, darling."

"Thanks, mom," I said, trying hard not to cry myself – after all that time I spent on my makeup, I wasn't about to get Maybelline streaks all over my face.

"I have something for you," she said, pulling out a jewelry box. Inside were a delicate diamond necklace and matching earrings – pieces of jewelry that we family heirlooms, and very near and dear to my mom's heart.

"Really?" I gasped.

"Really." She helped me fasten the necklace and I put the earrings in. If I hadn't looked perfect before, I definitely did now. "I'm getting married!" I squealed suddenly, causing everybody to giggle.

I paced nervously for the next half an hour, just waiting for it to be time. "I want to do this!" I whined. "Why can't we just move the ceremony ahead half an hour?"

My mother chuckled. "Sorry, honey, but you'll just have to wait 30 more minutes."

Seriously, those were the absolute longest 30 minutes of my life. I'm not even kidding. Finally the time came. I took a deep breath, kissed my mother on the cheek and took my father's arm. Charlie and I had talked about him still walking me down the aisle, as my father and I weren't at the best of terms, but I eventually gave in when my dad nearly begged to do the honors. Everybody gasped when they saw me. I knew I looked good, but I didn't think it was that good. I looked up and saw Charlie staring at me, an expression of pure love on his face and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, my darling," my father whispered as he pulled the veil off of my face and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you too, Daddy," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

The ceremony was short and sweet, just the way Charlie and I had wanted. I stumbled through the vows, as tears were clogging my throat. I even saw tears glimmering in Charlie's eyes as he said his vows.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the pastor said, "you may kiss the bride."

Charlie was happy to oblige.

Finis

A/N Oh no! I think I'm going to cry! All of my stories are finished! I'll have to come up with yet another brilliant idea…lol

xoxo

Lia