A/N: Hello! So I decided to post chapter two today! I'm feeling so accomplished, for starting and finishing chapters 1 and 2 in less than a day!

I pounded on the door, still furious at my mum. Jacolin Daniels, Michelle's mum, opened the door. Jackie wasn't actually my aunt, but Michelle and I were at each other's homes so often, we were practically family. Aunt Jackie looked quite surprised to see me, despite the fact that I come over every day.

"Elizabeth, you're soaked! What happ-"

"Yeah, it's pouring. Mum needs your help getting ready. Where's Michelle?"

"She's in the kitchen with Jonathan. But shouldn't you be-"

"Change of plans. And Uncle Brian?"

"At work. Are you sure Julie doesn't want-"

"We had a row because I bloody fell asleep, okay?" I snapped. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. "You should really go, Aunt Jackie," I said quietly. "She's expecting you."

I left Aunt Jackie dumbfounded by the front door. Michelle poked out of the kitchen. "Mum, is everyth- hi Elizabeth!" Michelle grinned. "You better come in and help- Jonathan isn't giving in. And he keeps scouring the kitchen for some booze." A voice muttered and Michelle scoffed. "If you want to get married tonight, you will!"

I laughed. "Jonathan, you'd better be dressed smartly and sober in less than two hours. If not, I will tell my mother about your bad drinking habits and to call off the wedding!"

Michelle yanked me into the kitchen. "We need a second opinion. Jonathan's doesn't count because he's the one in it." I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, Uncle Jon, you look... Well, you're very..."

"I look stupid," Jonathan grumbled.

"Dashing," I corrected. "Very handsome. I think even Evy would agree, right Michelle?"

"Yes," she giggled. "Very handsome indeed."

Jonathan sighed. "I'm not one for dressing up, y'see?" I shook my head. "Uncle Jon, you just need to be more confident. Stand tall, shoulders back, and suck in that gut!" He sucked in his gut, but started holding his breath also. "No!" I shouted. "Dont hold your breath!" Michelle let out a string of giggles, plus an amusing snort. She covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry," she giggled again. "But it's just too funny!"

Jonathan slumped his shoulders. I smacked his arm and stood straight. "I know it's different from what you are normally used to, but it's only for less than eight hours. As soon as Michelle's dad gets here, you can take off the suit and share a few cups of strong tea. Got it?"

Jonathan smiled a bit and glanced down. "So, when IS Michelle's dad getting here?" Michelle held up her wrist. "About half an hour, depending on traffic."

"Okay then. Uncle Jon, get changed out of your suit in the guest room. We'll have a quick snack when Uncle Brian gets back." I smiled deviously at Michelle. "Got any fish fingers?"

"In the freezer."

"What about custard?"

Michelle grinned, catching on. "Instant mix packets, in the pantry. Ready in five minutes, tops."

I laughed and addressed Jonathan.'s confused look. "It's a food combination we got from a show off the tele. We've tried to make it once, but we didn't get to eat the fish fingers."

"My mum said no to us having it for breakfast." Michelle said. "So this is really the first time.

"So go!" Michelle and I pushed Jonathan into the guest room along with a new change of clothes. We grinned at each other and burst out laughing. "That has got to be the funniest sight my eyes have ever seen." Michelle giggled. "Jonathan in a black suit, or the look on his face when we mentioned fish fingers and custard?" I asked. We started a new round of hysterics. "I wonder what he'll think when he sees us actually eating it!" I said, laughing hysterically. Michelle clutched her sides. "Stop!" She screeched.

I gasped for breath and maintained a solemn look on my face for five seconds. I burst out laughing again. "I can't stop!" We screeched together, and rolled on the floor. A door somewhere slammed and we stopped. Michelle acquired the hiccups and I started back up. "I- HIC- can't st- HIC- HELP- HIC!"

Uncle Brian helped Michelle up. "What in the world has gotten into you girls?" He wondered aloud. Michelle hiccuped again and I giggled. "Sorry," Uncle Brian shook his head. "Could one of you please tell me what is going on?"

Jonathan walked in, looking disgruntled in his blue polo and brown slacks. Michelle and I couldn't help but start laughing again. Jonathan glared at us and sat at the kitchen table. "They've been laughing at me since Elizabeth said I looked-" Jonathan showed a disgusted look. "She said I looked...dashing."

Michelle made a gagging motion; I giggled. Uncle Brian glared at us. "Sorry," we muttered together, and grinned. Uncle Jonathan growled. I cleared my throat. "How about that tea now?"