While Henry muddled over getting ready for his convention over the three following weeks, Vicki had told Coreen to take as few cases as possible and to make sure they were easy ones at that.

Vicki had finally decided on the place, a beautiful outdoor garden, St. Edwards, one that she felt Henry would enjoy. She had decided on the colors too, as it was going to take place in April, she knew the colors should reflect that.

"Coreen, get in here.." Vicki shouted from her office.

Coreen bounded in-was she ever in a bad mood?

"How's it going?" Coreen asked excitedly, knowing that Vicki was using all of her spare time planning.

"Like shit." was her dead-pan response.

"Can I help?" Coreen bubbled out.

Vicki stared at her. Coreen was less likely than her to plan a springtime outdoor wedding.

"Uh, well, if you can help me to not make it look like Halloween I suppose." Coreen frowned at her.

"Hey, I do have some sense of style thank you, and it's not always dark and goth. Besides, Clark can help out too." Coreen humphed down into the chair.

"Clark..the fairy.." Vicki said flatly. She sighed, at this point she would take any suggestions.

"Vicki," Coreen was leaning on her desk looking at her boss intently, "it's not that hard. Search inside of your heart, I know it's there somewhere," she cracked.

"Hardy-har-har.." Vicki snorted back.

"Really, if you just stop and listen, take what we all know you feel for Henry and put it into action, you'll be able to do it." Coreen was so sure of herself. Vicki wasn't

"Okay, I'll give it a try. Hell, it can't hurt at this point. By the way, did you get the size off of Henry's clothing I brought you?"

Vicki had even taken the intiative to get clothes from the house, get Coreen to take them to the tailor and have them sized so that Henry wouldn't have to do that. She now had to decide on color and style.

"You know what, let's close up for the day. It's still early, let's go dress shopping." Vicki was ready to get that part done too.

They went to several shops and finally found a quirky little out of the way one. They decided to give it a shot. It was called "Cinderella Dreams." Great, something cheesy Vicki thought to herself.

Since the wedding would be outdoors, Vicki wanted to make sure she had the appropriate type of dress. But she secretly wanted Henry to see her in a whole new way, romantic because this was the one time it was going to happen, she was sure of that.

"Good afternoon ladies," The little saleslady said as they entered, "Can I help you?" She was in her sixties easily, bright blue sparkly eyes that twinlked greeted them when she smiled. Her nametag said "Cindy" , hmm, strange name for a woman her age. Must be short for Cynthia, Vicki thought.

"Well, I hope so because I am about to give up," Vicki told her. Vicki was eyeing the shop noticing that there was not a huge selection.

"Well, let me see what I can do for you." She went over to the rack and began to pull off dresses, holding them up one at a time. Each time, Vicki and Coreen would shake their head no.

"You know, I have this one dress, it's special, very old, but no one ever wants it. Would you like to see it?" She asked sweetly.

"Sure, why not." Vicki said, stretching her hands behind her back, her head was starting to hurt and she was getting hungry.

"I'm beginning to think this isn't going to work Coreen." Vicki said, sounding unsure.

"Are you serious? You can't be serious..Come on Vicki. You can do this. Maybe this is..."Coreen stopped as the woman came out with the dress. Vicki's eyes followed Coreen's.

It was amazing, they had yet to see one like it.

"So, what do you think?"

"Well, it's lovely, " Vicki said walking over to touch it. It looked like real silk, a cream color. It was off the shoulder, had lace sleeves that had the loop that goes through the thumb, the dress almost looked from the Victorian Era but it was in such good shape. Vicki didn't know all of the terms of dresses but she knew enough that this was well made and hand-crafted.

"May I ask, is this a family heirloom?" Vicki was still in awe, as was Coreen.

"Well, you could say that. My mother's family is descended from a long ling of royal servants. This dress was smuggled out of England."

Vicki and Coreen shot each other a look.

"It is very, very old be we have kept it in a special preserving trunk, specially built until we found the right person and from the way you are looking at it, I think it might be you." Cindy's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Where did it "supposedly" get smuggled out from?" The ever questioning and doubtful PI talking again.

"Oh, it's most definitely what it is, ma'am." Cindy was sure of herself.

"And that is...?"

"It belonged to Elizabeth, the mistress of Henry VIII. It was made for her when she thought she might have a chance at being queen. After she had her son Henry of course."

Vicki's dress had found her...