Brenda held her breath as the Corvette pulled up outside the hotel, she couldn't believe how nervous she felt, butterflies raced in her stomach and her mouth felt dry. She reached out and squeezed Brandon's hand at least she wouldn't have to walk in alone.
"Okay kids, here we go." Quipped Steve from the front of the car as the valet opened the door.
Donna ran through a mental check list, she'd spent so long organising the reunion that she was certain something was going to go wrong. The room looked incredible, a huge screen played the videos David had made during their high school years, proms and pep rallies from years gone by restored to digital quality. Hundreds of small round tables with golden chairs, covered with white and blue linen, and lit by candle-light, provided seating, and around the walls blown up copies of year book photos brought everyone face-to-face with their eighteen year old selves.
Dylan and Kelly posed for a photographer in front of a blue backdrop, their arms around each other and smiles on their faces, looking every inch the perfect married couple.
"Look this way please." The photographer urged, "And smile," A flash illuminated them momentarily and the instant the picture was taken they sprang apart.
"I'm going to see if Brandon's arrived." Dylan moved away from his wife.
"Right, I'll see if I can find Donna." Kelly nervously ran her hands over her hips, her black velvet dress clung to her curves and exposed her collarbone. "Dylan, there's something you should know."
The tone of her voice made Dylan look his wife in the eyes. "What is it?"
"Brenda's here tonight. Probably." Kelly dropped her eyes away from Dylan's gaze, she couldn't bear to see the confused, hurt look in his eyes.
"My Brenda?" Dylan's voice caught in his throat. Kelly had had enough.
"No Dylan, not 'your Brenda' she stopped being 'your Brenda' when you started sleeping with me, which was before high school ended. You did the dirty and she left you. Get over it." Kelly turned on her Jimmy Choo heel and walked away from him.
Dylan stood, paralysed on the spot where his wife left him, he was staring at Brenda Walsh's year book photograph, blown-up to more than life-size he was faced with the girl who had, once upon a time, stolen his heart. He hadn't even been looking but somehow she'd slipped into his life and made even his pathetic existence seem worthwhile. Dylan wanted a drink, for the first time in years he headed for the bar in search of scotch.
"Oh my god!" Brenda gripped Brandon's arm and stared across the room.
"What?! Ouch!" Brandon pulled away from her and followed his twin's gaze. "Brenda its just Andrea, we should go and say hi." Brandon started to walk.
"Bran, not Andrea. Dylan." Brenda couldn't stop staring, after all these years the sight of him still made her heart jolt.
"You knew he'd be here Bren, Kelly's probably around here somewhere too." Brandon looked at his sister wishing he knew what was going through her head.
"I know, I guess I hadn't prepared for the fact that he'd still be 'Dylan' you know?" Brenda knew she wasn't making any sense.
"Not really. Look Bren, you're an adult, go over and say hi to him, you've moved on from high school."
"You're right, I should be an adult about this." Brenda kissed her brother on the cheek and turned towards where Dylan was standing.
Brandon shook his head as he watched his sister walk away from him. He thought he knew her as well as he knew himself but he suddenly felt unsure. Brenda couldn't still be into Dylan, because if she was the night was about to get very interesting.