The past few weeks had passed quickly, with the return of the local bloodsuckers we were on patrol constantly. I had literally gotten about 4 hours of sleep this past week, it sucked. The only thing that kept me going was the shear fact that because of the threat I didn't have to deal with any wedding plans.

Leah?

Sam, what do you want?

Go take a break.

No, I'm fine.

I don't care if your fine, I want you to be perfect.

Well haven't you noticed I'll never be perfect enough for you.

Leah, not now.

Fine!

I phased back, incredibly annoyed I pulled on my sun dress and walked back to the house, I went through the front door not my usual entrance, but I could care less. As I walked in I could hear a high pitched giggle, Emily. I turned around to sneak back out the door, "Oh Leah!" Yelled my mother who was obviously trying to kill me! "Leah, come help us pick out Emily's flowers for the wedding." She said happily, I walked in to the rectangular kitchen slowly and then sat down at the small table. "So Leah, what do you think about daisies for the wedding?" Emily asked kindly, I smiled lightly, "Well, if you want to be traditional its perfect, but if you want people to remember your flowers I would pick Coltsfeet, very unusual!" I pretended to gush. It wasn't long until we had ordered the flowers, the flowers Sam had given me on every date we had.

Several weeks had passed, we had to keep patrolling every night it was getting so old! The wedding was actually moved up because of the threat, something about if Sam was to die Emily wants to be eternally tied to him, uh a total load of crap if you ask me. I was at the final dress fitting, the dress was a purple strapless, floor length number that accentuated my body very nicely. Since I had suggested that Emily should use yellow Coltsfeet for her flowers the colors had become yellow and purple.

"Come out already!"

"Leah, I'm scared."

"What?" I half yelled in the small dress shop where the alterations where being made, "I said I'm scared." She said quietly, oh you have to be kidding me! "Why in the world are you scared?" I asked with a large sigh, "That I don't look okay in the dress." She said with a little sob, I opened the door to the small dressing room, there Emily stood in all her bridal glory looking perfect as usual, I walked over to her and hugged her. Something I had never voluntarily done since Sam imprinted, but I hated to see Emily cry. "Emily you look beautiful." I said sternly when was she going to get it through her head that Sam would like her in a G-String. Well come to think of it he would probably enjoyed that more than this get-up. Her dress was a simple, virgin white, sweetheart cut with a bit of lace at the bust, it was in one word, flawless. She had decided that I would do her hair and make-up, much to my resentment.

The next few days went by slowly with minimal patrol for me, per request of Emily, I was actually grateful for this. I was sure no one in the pack wanted to hear what had been going through my head, thoughts of when me and Sam had been together, the good times.

"Are you ready for me to lace it up?"

"Um, I guess?"

"You okay?"

"I think so." Emily's nerves where almost unbearable, I kind of had a need to slap her, but I resisted the urge. I began to lace up her corset, when I reached the top I tied the delicate bow the designer of the dress taught me to tie. I handed her the bouquet, with the beautiful yellow flowers perfectly arranged in it. I took a deep breath and began to walk out of the house to the beach where the ceremony was being performed.

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AN: SO sorry for another short chapter! But I am writing the wedding tonight! Happy Fourth to those who celebrate it also, I will have links to the dresses on my profile! AND!!!! The flower Coltsfeet means JUSTICE! So there is a reason behind that flower!