Naya was looking at Heather as she got herself made up. The cream-white wedding gown only made Heather look more beautiful. Heather saw her in the corner of her eye and threw her a melting smile again.

"You look so beautiful Naynay," there was pleasure in her voice.

Naya's eyes turned lifeless again. "You look even more beautiful, Hemo." It was an honest compliment, yet it sounded like it was an insult.

Heather had her hair done. She asked for the make-up artist to leave the room. When the make-up artist left, Naya stood up to leave.

"Nay…" Heather caught her hand. "Please stay."

"No, I have to make a call."

"Can't you do it later? Please, I need to talk to you."

"Hemo, this is important."

"Is it way more important than me?"

Naya was tounge-tied. Heather was more important to her than anything else. Her whole life, she had watched the girl in front of her and she had never seen her that desperate, yet so beautiful.

"Nay…you're tryig to avoid me. Why?" Heather's tone wasn't accusing. She was just asking.

"I am not, and apparently I don't have an idea of what you are talking about, now I want to go," Naya started for the door.

"See? You're doing it again." Tears were falling down on Heather's cheek, washing away the mascara.

"Hey, come here," Naya wiped away a tear, her heart racing as her skin touched her best friend's cheek. She could never bear to see Heather crying, not now, not ever. "Nothing is wrong okay? I had been a bad girl. I'm so sorry Hemo."

"Naynay, did I do something wrong?"

Yes. You married Taylor. And left me alone.

Instead, Naya smiled. "No way, you did not do anything. You are just too perfect, Hemo." Naya held her best friend's hand. "Come here, give me a hug and then we'll fix that make-up."

"Okay," Heather pulled Naya in a big hug. "There," she stammered.

"Come on, let's get you done, princess." Naya walked over to a make-up kit.

Naya was an expert in make-ups. After working in the set and working with make-up artists, you already know the perks.

"Naynay, are you happy for me?"

No. I will never be happy, ever again.

"Of course, yes, Hemo. I am your best friend."

"Thank you Naynay. When I have my first baby girl I will name her Santana."

"Why?"

"Nothing. It was because if that character, I came to know my best friend," Heather smiled.

Naya chuckled. "I am so flattered."

"Five minutes, Morris!"

"It's Jonathan, my make-up artist." Heather said quietly.

"I'll see you back at the entourage," Naya kissed Heather's forehead and stood up and walked to the door.

"Kay. I love you Naynay," Heather spoke as Naya left the room.

Heather walked slowly and solemnly on the red velvet carpet as all the people looked at her. Her cream-white gown was simple, flowing to the sides and a little deep at the chest, but not too deep. There was Amber Riley, Mark Salling, Jane Lynch, Darren Cris, Chris Colfer, Lea Michele and Dianna Agron. Cory Montieth, Chord Overstreet, Jenna Ushkowitz, Harry Shum, Ryan Murphy and her sweet, sweet Naya Rivera.

Naya's eyes were on guard of something. They were dark and lifeless. But she smiled when Heather passed her way. A pang of pain crawled up in her heart as Taylor took Heather's hand and said his vows. But her heart seemed to stop as Heather said her vows to Taylor with a smile, however, Naya ahd to hold her ground.

The media was there, and she can't help but think about what people might say. She fumbled for Dianna's hand, but it was Lea who held her.

Keep youself glued together, Rivera. Keep it glued.

The wedding dragged on and it was finally over. Naya was looking at Heather's face, and she trying to find a proof of loneliness in her eyes. But Heather was completely happy.

"Naynay, would you come to the reception?" It was Cory Montieth. Cory just nodded. He doesn't know, but he seemd to understand.

"No. I'd rather not. I have something to do at home."

"Okay, Naya." Cory smiled at her as he walked to his car. Naya was sure that it was the last time she'd see Cory's smile in a long time.

She arrived home later that night. And just like all other nights these past days, she walked to her bar and grabbed a bottle of liquor. She quickly drank from the bottle, feeling the warmth of the alcohol burn her throat.

She looked at the plane ticket on her bedside table. She was drunk, and Naya knew it. But, that doesn't change anything. She set the bottle on beside her plane ticket and crawled into a restless sleep.

Tomorrow is a new day, Rivera. A new day.