The show ended, I honestly wasn't paying attention to it. But Phil nudged me and told me the show had ended. I reluctantly rose from my comfortable place, of on top of Phil on the couch, and went to find my mother. She was really easy to find. We ran into her right when we walked out of the door. "We were just going to come find you, Momma. You saved us a trip."

We walked backwards into my locker room once again. "I was coming to find you. I figured that you would want to talk about the wedding." I glared at her. Of course she knew already; she always knew everything. "I have it all planned out because I knew you would go right to Vegas one weekend and be done with it. You never did like big productions."

"No, I never did. But I do remember the night I always wanted to get married on." I looked at mom, with a hopeful smile on my face.

"Yes, I know that night as well, and it is soon. I will have everything ready by that night. All I need you to do is go to a couple dress fittings, because it is already made, and show up." I must have looked relieved because mom let out a small laugh.

"Can I inquire what night you have always wanted to get married on, Brooke?" Phil asked softly as he came right up behind me.

"Halloween, I've always loved that day. Getting all dressed up; when I was little it was all about getting candy. But once I was in high school all I wanted to do was scare the shit out of everyone else." I smiled remembering the Halloween of my senior year.

"You must be talking about senior year. Your brother and I helped you with that one." She was shaking her head. Phil looked down at me, wanting me explain, but mom did. "Brooke has always been good at artistic things, as well as gruesome things. She was seventeen, and very mad at her sister and father. She wrote a murderous story of how she would get back at them and then kill them. Her teacher was worried and had me come in. I looked at her teacher and told him that she wasn't a danger to anyone she was just venting. So Halloween was two weeks later, and I asked if she wanted to frighten her father and sister."

"I pulled Shane into the plot and it spiraled out of control. But it scared the shit out of any person that came near my house. It looked like I had killed mom and Shane." He looked over to me. "Mom got some old clothes that they didn't want anymore and I tore them to shreds. I mixed up some skin and nose friendly fake blood and gave realistic wounds and pools of blood. I had covered a machete in blood and myself in blood splatter. Dad and Stephanie walked up to the scene because it was in front yard."

"I remember their faces, when they first saw us. It was complete disbelief. Then they saw you sitting on the steps to the house. You had the machete lying across your lap and were drinking what looked like blood out of a wine glass. Your sister fainted and your dad lost his dinner." She was laughing really hard. "When he finally stopped getting sick, he looked at you in fear. He tried to get past you and you just looked at him. You grabbed the handle of the machete and raised your eyebrow. He quickly started to apologize for anything he did wrong that would make you want to kill him. We all finally had had enough acting and causing your father fear. Shane, you, and me just burst out laughing." She was almost crying because it was so funny.

"So you have been crazy since your childhood?" Phil asked me.

I just nodded my head. "We taped it. I'll have to show you some time." I was laughing hard too. But as it slowed, I went back to the topic we were supposed to be on. "When will the first dress fitting be? We only have three weeks until the date."

"Your first dress fitting will be in two days. Phil, I hope you have friends you can get to be your men, and that can be at Raw in three weeks. You also need to get a tux. The color scheme is black and red. So you can figure all that out, in the mean time, no Vegas, young lady. I love you right to death, Brooke, I'd give you anything you ask for, but you are going to give me this. I need to know who you want for your maid of honor." She looked at me expectantly.

I scoffed, "I want Amy of course. She has always been there for me." She shook her head and sighed.

"I should have known that. I will call her, and ask her, but if she says no you get Stephanie." I knew that was who she wanted it to be. I glared at her. "I don't understand why you never got along. But I respect that you don't spend all of your time together. I don't think you spend any time together actually."

I just continued to glare. "It might have something to do with the fact that she doesn't like me. I'm not even allowed to go see my nieces, but whatever." I started to lean back against Phil more and more.

"Alright, well it's late. Phil, take Brooke back to the hotel and put her to bed. She needs her rest. You behave yourself Brooke, and listen to Phil. Good night, guys." She walked out of my locker room as I fell against Phil.

"She's right, baby, you are exhausted. I'm going to take you back to the hotel, get you a nice hot bath and put you to bed." He picked me up and carried me out to the car, driving towards the hotel.