Chapter 3:

It was late; Angela knew this fact as she tried to sleep.

'You're just nervous about marrying Shawn…'

Angela thought but her heart knew the truth: she was thinking about her mother, the mother that had left nine years before with out as so much as a backwards glance. Tired of trying to sleep, the young woman got out of bed and walked into the small kitchen. Sitting down and propping up her head with her hand, the bride to be began to think. There were so many questions going through her mind, Angela couldn't think straight.

'How did she get my address?'

'How did she know I am getting married?'

Questions, with no answers in sight;

Across town, Shawn Hunter paced back and forth in his room. Angela hadn't called him, and he was wondering how her day had gone. Jumping slightly from the ringing phone, Shawn calmed his breathing enough to walk over and answer it. Sitting down on his bed, he raised the receiver to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Shawn?"

"Oh, hi Barbra, how did it go?"

"It didn't go good, didn't go good at all, she doesn't want me at your wedding," Barbra's voice nearly cracked on the other line.

"Just give her some time to cool down…"

Shawn stopped, there wedding was less than twenty four hours away;

"Thank you," Barbra's voice broke into his thoughts, "thanks for trying to fix things between my daughter and me, but I think it's too late for a relationship."

"Look," Shawn said, "come to our wedding."

"What?"

"Come to Angela and my wedding, I invite you."

"Shawn, I can't be there, she'll kill me, and not to mention you if she finds out."

"Listen," Shawn began to reply, "She'll understand, just say you'll be there."

"I can't make a promise like…"

"Just tell me you'll be there, please?"

Barbra sighed, "What do you mean, she'll understand?"

"When I tell her why I did, what I did."

"Why did you Shawn?"

There was a pause before Shawn said, "Just say you'll be there."

"Shawn…"

"The church is on Elm Street, it's called Sacred Hearts, and the wedding is at two."

The older woman sighed, "I can't…"

"Elm Street, Sacred Hearts, at two."

He reached over and placed the phone back on the hook, then sighed himself. He had no clue as to what tomorrow would bring.

'Would Angela understand?'

'What if she didn't, would she call off the wedding?'

Shawn yawned before glancing at the bedside clock, it read one thirty. Yawning again, he lay fully on the bed and closed his eyes.

'Will she show?'

Shawn's last thought before he fell asleep;

A/N: Yes, I am aware that these chapters are short…but I think this story should be finished in about two chapters; just all depends when I can get them written. I'm a college student, so sometimes finding the time and the will power to write can be hard. Thank you to all that have stuck by me, thank you so much! Thanks for all the reviews; I love them, thanks for taking the time to do so!